Missing Flowers

Missing Flowers There are no blooms on the table. Nothing in the vase by the window. Empty water, in the one near the door. Outside in the garden... Nothing. The cheer is gone from my office. The joy is absent from my rooms. The kitchen... no reason to bake. The garden no cause to sow. Remnants lie on the table, quilts unmade, letters unwritten. The sweetness gone, from the tea. You never call. I am not important. That is okay. I am lifted knowing... "He" is with you. All that has passed, from the first I saw your face, to the last I savored your visage, has been a humble... blessing in my life. Thank you Lord, for my kid.