Reflections

Back home, I ponder long on life. Death is so final, no return. I sit alone on my sheltered cosy porch, And think of spring forget-me-nots, Of roses dark as festive damask, And swaying poppies red and gold. Of summer figs and yellow gourds, Of sweet delicious melons, And mouth-watering peaches Syrupy and luscious and juicy, While sunsets turned to red And moons shone on my love. So I will not bid her goodbye. Others may wail, lament and cry. I shall live on, unattended And relive the happy endless days, The haunting lullabies of my love.