#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
I'm remembering you my son
Remembering that right here is where I spread your ashes and my tears started to run
Thinking of all the times we had talking shouting running playing laughing and crying
missing you dearly since you've been gone my heart inside me feels you as if you were right here with me like a butterfly flying
Watching me touch the water with my feet and wishing I could see you here swimming or even fishing...