It's been such a long-held habit for me,
to finish mowing the lawns,
then go back to the house to my Bob and our dog.
Bob would serve me a summery snack and cool drink,
and together we'd sit on the porch
and admire the beauty of freshly mowed grass.
Now after mowing, I still find myself walking into
the house with that fine expectation,
and of course I know it's no longer so.
Yet somehow I still feel his smile upon me,
and it still seems to me he is watching;
and his smile and the sunshine are one.
---Bob's Rose 7/26/2017
