Mother’s Day
Posies by a gravestone peeking from its side
Tiny dots of blue with yellow deep inside
Little band of color stands in shades of green
Planted by a Hand that for now remains unseen
And on this day the bright sun barely warms my heart
The bright sun that hangs in heaven
Where You once hung suspended
And it could not warm Your heart
The bright sun could not warm Your broken heart
I stand here by the graveside, a mother lost in pain
Yearning to see her child dance lightly once again
Longings fill this place with empty solitude
Where hope is whispered silently through periwinkle blue
Forget-me-not the flowers whisper, as if I could forget
Your love and lilting laugh echo in my spirit, yet.
Forget-me-not, they whisper as the breeze begins to blow
Stirring up the memories that will not let me go
And on this day the bright sun barely warms my heart
The bright sun that hangs in heaven
Where You once hung suspended
And it could not warm Your heart
The bright sun could not warm Your broken heart
“Remember Me,” You cry through flowers like the star
That hung once in the night for another mother’s child
That child, You were also born to die too soon
While a sword pierced her heart with an empty solitude
And on this day the bright sun barely warms my heart
The bright sun that hangs in heaven
Where You once hung suspended
And it could not warm Your heart
No, it could not warm Your heart
Oh, the bright sun did not warm Your broken heart
Your broken heart
Lyrics by Pat Kashtock
Music by Jean Watson