This poem was written for Kathy's mom who passed away in 1989
Flat prairie lands I travel to,
where my mother was born,
again I greet the people she once knew,
such a small, quiet town,
its few streets so worn,
this tiny place that never grew.
Years have passed since I was here,
how bittersweet these memories now so near,
A soft gentle breeze sweeps over this tranquil hill,
where she now rest.
Perhaps she once felt as I do now,
thinking of the ones she held so dear.
In the soft evening light,
over granite stones bright,
a guardian over this place.
Though far from here I still will roam,
someday with her I will be home.
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