Spring comes again with colors popping through.  Peopledog Petey and I stroll the green acres of my home. My mind is quiet-reminiscent of childhood silence.

Sweet prairie grass flields beyond my backyard and home, Clouds floating, I was silent and melting into the earth.

The eye of her tears-my mother my friend, silenced and gone. Motherland, Mother Earth, calling in unison-harvest your mother’s tears! Sharing the illness, sharing the pain.    Where are the tears?

My Mother is gone.