My Last Poem
The silence is broken
With the crunching of rocks
Beneath my feet while I
Carry a glass of tea,
Pen, and leather journal
To the picnic table
Under the gazebo;
Providing shade from the
Bright sunlight streaming down,
Laced with English ivy,
Light scented jasmine pearls,
A place I go to sit
Read, write, and meditate.
I reach and touch leaves and
Delicate bright colored
Petals of my garden.
Absolute peace lives here
In silence of my home.
The sounds of birds carried
By the breeze of birds that
Refuse to be ignored.
There was a time, a long,
Long time passed, I believed
In forever blessed you
And I would stay the same.
I think of tomorrow
And if it will arrive?
Do I have enough time
To fill the pages with
Enthralled memories
When you were in my life?
I asked you, time and time
Again to write all your
Memories, so they would
Keep on. Now it's up to
Me to remember the
Few whispers of your life
A life that was not mine.
7/17/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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