In the garden
an empty chair
by the cherry blossom tree,
its branches full of
flowers.
Petals softly
cover the ground,
the seat.
I’ve returned.
I can see her
sweeping the petals
yesteryears,
I can see her
taking a rest
in the chair,
I can see her
talking to the neighbours
over the edge of our fence.
Scented smell still flows,
her happy face
her laughs
come back.
With years together
there are
so many
stories to be told and retold,
keeping her legacy
alive!