Epistle to My Mother

I thought about you today,
I picked up your prayer beads,
I'm not ready to give them away,
To me they are divine love seeds.

It's been six Mother's Days
Since we celebrated,
Each year I move through memory's maze,
By saying prayers for the departed.

Mama, I miss you more each year,
Especially on Mother's Day,
Now I can smile through the tears,
And some times, see your face when I pray.

Line Count: 12
Form: Epistle https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/text/epistle-poetic-form
Prompt: Today, I’d like an Epistle poem!
Written For: "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 
Deadline: May 12 at 1:00 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time.