As I dug the hole and removed the seed and roots from the year before, it brought an injustice to my soul. The pebbles of dirt rolled off one another, and teased my aching empty arms. Just a little further, lay my son. So close, yet so far away. (sigh)
On my knees, with dirt filled nails and palms, I took it all in...
the smell of the moist earth...
the hot sun beating on my neck and the back of my arms...
the insects traveling over weeds and blades of grass, and an ant racing over his stone...
I took this very special plant, buried it a few feet above my son, and whispered to him some very special words.
I left feeling accomplished. I'm just a mother, loving her child.
Tears trickled down my cheeks, As I drove away.
