Soul Bruises

Mind flashes to funeral: Leaves blowing, butterflies all around, such a peaceful feeling; mind flashes on where are you now Momma. Your not here cant feel you here mom. Eyes look to long stem deep red roses, I hope you like the flowers mom,
looking around at the people who attended her funeral. Funny they never visited her while she was alive. So many posted memories of you mom on that grave blog sad how they never came around to tell you how much you meant to them while they had the chance.