THAT POOR MOTHER

I can't imagine that poor mother's grief 
As to his grave she gently lays a wreath 
Tears fall down her tired looking eyes 
As all around her are sniffles and cries 

That poor mother is grieving for her son 
Memories remain of laughter and fun 
Taken so soon a cruel twist of fate 
Left this poor mother in a devastating state 

I look at that poor mother trying to be brave
What do I say to her or do I just wave ? 
The poor mother notices me as I turn to go
My tears are hidden and kept from show