Originally published: 25th January 2020
Image: MJ Jin from Pixabay
This poem was placed 1st in the "BRIAN STRAND RHYME" contest sponsored by Brian Strand (Judged 21st March 2022)
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just like their love of fifty years that they held very dear the lilies and the irises looked radiant that year. they had no need to prove their love just a knowing glance instead and a gentle squeeze when holding hands beside their flower bed. when both felt tired from bending down and working in the heat they spoke of seeds and bulbs and things drinking tea upon the seat. having rid the soil of all the weeds he hoed and raked the earth. the yellow line of daffodils spoke more than words were worth. and when their lawn was cloaked in leaves from the sycamore above they cursed and sighed just being themselves in the autumn of their love. and as he sat there mourning the passing of his wife he looked upon the garden as A CELEBRATION of her life.
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