The Jar

Our mother waits
On both sides of the veil
She visits graves
And all of us without fail

I have seen her place flowers into a mason jar and put special stuff on it so the deer won't eat them. Then she distributes them to loved ones at the cemetery who have passed on.  Then she waits for calls and visits from all of us. That is her Mother's Day, Father's Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.