Five years later
Weeding my garden
I think of you
and how things didn’t go to plan
how you never did visit
as you were healing
to sit amidst the herbs and roses
and how I never heard
your soft words
rising in the sunshine
to rest in the green leaves
and the scent of rosemary
And now
here we are
after the tears
the candles lit
the years burned away
and everything was changed then
yet the world ticks on
like a manic clock
just the same
Just another day 
Wonderful poem…it reminded me of how I planned to provide for my mother after I climbed the ladder of prosperity…only to find that she would not be there for me to fulfill my dreams…thanks every so much.
thank you
putting such intimate feelings up in public view is new to me, so I really appreciate your feedback
This poem is beautiful. Yes, the world does tick on. Yet your words show how much we absorb and still carry the essence of “that” time or loss. It enters us. Your words have entered me and gathered close dear ones. Thank you.