White carnations on the altar;
Young head bowed in silent prayer.
Second Sunday of the May-month,
Longing brings a deep despair.
Vivid recall of a casket.
Tender was her face in sleep.
How he misses you, lost mother;
Blonde head bowed as blue eyes weep.
Jean, at 82, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at email@example.com