thinking of my mother

the world is become small so i send flowers
through the internet to a far distant place
knowing that the limits of both time and space
are overcome by the use of simple powers
and in not many days and some more hours
i hope to bring joy to my mother's face
a plain desire that from the long human race
to do and make and never just to be
we can take time to breathe even to think
and let the kind thought become kind deed
distance disappears and we can hear and see
what matters to us we can take a drink
and share it with those distant now at need