I came home to still my hurting heart. <br />I read through old cards, so filled <br />with love. <br />I slept on her worn pillow still <br />carrying her scent. <br />I touched personal belongings; feeling <br />her presence. <br />I walked the ground she walked, <br />feeling I was walking in her <br />footsteps. <br />Mother's loving grace abounded at home <br /> <br />God had left much of my Mother for me <br />to embrace. <br />Now it is time for me to let the <br />memories- <br />Sleep Softly...in my heart.<br /><br />marvin oliva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-softly/
