Thoughts on Before

I never met my mom, except in her womb, taken at birth, she died before i found my blood relatives, she died in an old hotel  room, near,  the present day  light rail line and target center in downtown Minneapolis in 1958, from asiatic flu epidemic or some foul play, some say, but a friend paid for flight back to Sisseton, South Dakota and sent a lot of white roses, her favorite, every time i see one, i think of her, my first cousin, Yvonne said it looked, so beautiful at her funeral with all those white roses…just some background information…the white rose only child.