18 Aug

In the garden

an empty chair

by the cherry blossom tree,

its branches full of


Petals softly

cover the ground,

the seat.

I’ve returned.

I can see her 

sweeping the petals


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


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