Ode to Mama : A Sonnet   I scatter  petals  into your new  grave then followed by the family  and friends. We murmur words  the living comprehends then  blow  you  tearful  kisses, wave  a  wave.   The  wreaths in piles with hues which rant and rave  the graveyard ; rite of  dignity it lends. You'd be  without the air. Asleep  transcends in  resting tomb  forever closed. Be brave!   As dormant day retreats  with fading  light , dry   petals dance atop the  unswept stone    as summer's green  becomes pale winter's  white through  many sunsets, ashes of  time  moan   we'll  feel   the sorrow of your vanished sight. Farewell  mama,  we'll miss you  till life's  done!   Aggie 28.05.04