The memory of you
Sitting alone, or sometimes not,
In that ride of flowers,
Serene and smiling as if you
Found a moment of quiet and joy,
Childlike,
Gazing at all the flowers and the water beneath you
Brings me back to a world that I want to be a part of.
The sunlight on your face, your posture,
The way you held your purse on your lap,
Enamoured in the sights around you, dreaming,
Perhaps, a slight sadness, your body, there,
Holding itself upright, as much as you could,
Graceful and beloved, by me, staring at you,
Loving you, then and there, just like that
When you looked like a child to me,
A child that just wanted to be loved
And live in a healthy sprouting garden full of
Majestic flowers.
Croque-Melpomene 