One More Absence

In front of a building, which takes up a block,
Was a garden with bushes that bloomed
And lovingly tended, with rope-like supports,
By a resident, so I assumed.

The colorful blossoms, appearing in spring,
Perked me up as I walked by each day
And I’m sure in the neighborhood, others who passed
Saw those flowers and felt the same way.

Then one morning some barriers blocked off the street
With a sign claiming, “Sidewalk repair”
And the following day I was saddened to see
That the garden was no longer there.

In its stead was a non-descript sidewalk, fresh paved,
So the building looked plain and forlorn,
One more casualty seen in the city today,
One more absence that I get to mourn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Leffanta Avatar
March 22, 2021 at 12:44 PM
Women tend to understand the time and effort expended to help things grow and grieve the loss. Well said, Ilene! Aloha! Rico
Watt Avatar
March 22, 2021 at 9:20 AM
as Joni Mitchell sings, "they paved paradise and put up a parking lot"... love your touching observance of this sad moment in your neighborhood's history
Cunningham Avatar
March 22, 2021 at 1:21 AM
I think as we get older we notice change more, why cant they leave well alone. Tom
Rodrigues Avatar
March 21, 2021 at 5:03 PM
Those moments always sad!
Hankins Avatar
March 21, 2021 at 4:56 PM
So true. Often sewer and water main repairs wipe out the gardens we observed so dearly. I enjoyed your poem, Ilene. O, how we mourn the absences! Especially, I think, when they are turned into parking lots, like the song says.
Lamoureux Avatar
March 21, 2021 at 3:15 PM
We used to drive by an orchard every day. Then one day all the trees were pulled out and put in a giant pile. Like your poem it made me mourn. Well expressed ilene.
Devonshire Avatar
March 21, 2021 at 1:48 PM
How sad that the bushes were destroyed just to lay down cement. I'm sure others loved walking past the flowers too. Development keeps encroaching on our way of life and it's sad when this happens. The last two lines are quite powerful. I would mourn the absence of the blooms too. Hugs, Carolyn
Allison Avatar
March 21, 2021 at 1:39 PM
aww what a pity they are turning it into even more of a concrete jungle ... and they call it progress:-( hugs jan xx
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