I was lost in the album of you . I wondered how soft your hair might be as I watched blowing in that coastal breeze . when I turned around and see you there next to, I couldn’t tell you as you were in that blue dress and matching hat that made you seem as if you were the light that shined threw out the mall . I turned again and watched as you drove towards me , and I wondered if your sun kissed skin smelled as sweet as a rose . I then I turned again and watched as you played so tenderly with your kids . And wondered why all mothers couldn’t show the love you bless all with . When I turned again I saw your tears. Not the kind that run down your cheeks but the kind that hurt the soul . the ones that are hidden from on lookers and my heart started to hurt ,but when I turned again I seen you standing there amongst the flowers and then I knew you had been sad for another and strong for those around . as I left the album of you I could only feel blessed for have ever been able to meet you .