Friday, July 28, 2017
It was such a lovely thing to see, that tree!
It created so much shade for Bob and me.
What's left behind with me is mostly bones and leaves,
And emptiness where it once stood above my eaves.
(Do not malign the people who took down the big sycamore tree, or me the owner of the property. The tree in recent years became the victim of a borer. Nestled close against my home, it had no safe place to fall if it had come down in a storm).
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