Respect

I am not sure why I go
perhaps it’s the blast of over excessive marketing
crap society announces about mothers day
what about the forgotten ones who no longer have one?
I’m afraid the mighty dollar rules over the human experience
each year I make that trip, it takes me longer to get to the cemetery
then I actually stay, when I drive through the gates a sense of peace over comes me
my body and mood transcends into a calm and beautiful phase.
The flowers are in full bloom, the grounds are extremely clean
It’s amazing how we live our lives and at the end we are reduced
to memories and a plaque with some dates on it.
will people remember me or even come and visit, I doubt it
my family unit has never been solid, it started with the foundation
I live my life to the best of my ability, I stay positive, focused and strong in at the end when I surrender my soul, I would also like to be cremated and placed next to my mother
So that’s why I go, I go out of respect.