Altered Google Image © 2012 Renee Espriu
he took a week off
to bury her
when wildflowers
grew as tall
as prairie grasses
bereavement they say
is for tomorrow
work pays bills
puts food on tables
another day comes
he will remember
to come to her there
to sit awhile among
the fragrant wildflowers
as she lays resting
time dissipates like
dew drops gone with the
coming of the sun
he is busy trying to
live another life
who will visit her now
who will sit with her
where wildflowers
always are blooming
forever in her care
now he’s gone and
she’s alone beneath
frozen soil on her
mountainside where
only a stone remains
© December 2012
Renee Espriu
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