How Can It Be

Eighteen yellow roses arrived today The forth of September, with walnut tree leaves Falling like snow, twirling to the ground Nineteen years ago Rose arrived that may The eighth of may, with black pekoe tea Leaves twirling in my cup, spun my world around Each year another yellow rose joined the spray In our marriage we just grew more free Under Each stone turned, more love we found Each year another since our wedding day  entwined together, she taught me how to be Over my stone heart she always astound Seventeen times that annual bouquet September fourth, under the walnut tree Under love lightened hearts we danced around Twice she got stents and god, did I pray For life without her I just could not see Third time, no charm, left me gagged and bound Sixteen weeks since she left this world, that day The fourth September dying walnut tree Dried yellow petals, weep dull lifeless sound yet Eighteen yellow roses arrived today