June Bride

We sometimes congratulate ourselves
the moment of waking from a troubled dream;
it may be so the moment after death. ~Hawthorne

I finally found a man that grows fuchsias 
as pretty as the ones Grandma grew
when she was young ~
before age crumpled her body
and weariness etched the meaning of life.

June Bride is the name of the one I chose,
and its brilliant beauty fills the shady corner 
of my front porch;
it reminds me we are all espoused 
to the Shade~

and just as Grandma has entered the union,
so one day shall I.

In memory of Grace Haven, 1908-1998

deathfree verse

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Ink Empress

February 7, 2024 at 11:50 AM

This is so beautiful dear chetta, the flow is seamless and the way youv written as always is soul stirring and so very evocative. I felt this. I especially loved “ I finally found a man that grows fuchsias as pretty as the ones Grandma grew when she was young ~“ sigh! So touching

Chetta Achara

February 7, 2024 at 12:21 PM

Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.