by Marilyn Van Winkle
A peppermint carnation is what I'll wear
for Mother's Day this year . . .
A delicate flower and symbol of love
for you, my baby, dear.
The red for living, the white for death,
the blend of pink for "always loved,"
A fragrance of remembrance
of your life, now up above.
I'll carry your memory on my lapel,
my treasured, first-born child
You were a very precious gift,
so small, and meek, and mild.
And when this special day is over
and the blossom has faded away,
I'll continue to wear the name "Mother,"
your priceless gift to me, always.
Written by Marilyn Van Winkle, in memory of her son, Samuel James Van Winkle, April 29 - May 9, 1985, Trisomy 13