Waiting For the Shade

I traveled a thousand miles with memories, of bellowing frogs and their serenade and the flat stones we sat on, that gave no comfort Leaves from an oak brushed and filtered rays from the moon, filling each curve and hollow of you My eyes spoke every word, yours answered with a smile Twenty long years ago The days counted between have ended and the memory of you in a summer dress stayed I arrived late, the crowd had left, their footprints visible in the freshly dug soil The stone above your grave read " SHE WAS A GIFT TO ALL " Something I had said to you long ago I planted an oak sapling where you lay and then... said goodbye I'll return one day, sit in the shade of this tree and close my eyes, to sleep 4/17/17 contest And Then