Wednesday, July 26, 2017


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