Remembering Mom

She had a favorite primary song, it always made her cry. Now I understand why. She missed her parents and her home near the mountains. Now that I'm away from my home, I finally can feel compassion for what she went through. Now when I hear this song I will always remember her and how much she loved to be outside, to walk in a field of flowers, to spend time with her family, to ride horses, to play games and to listen to music. I love you mom.

I often go walking in meadows of clover,
And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over,
Dear Mother, all flowers remind me of you.

Oh Mother, I give you my love with each flower
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear Mother, from you.