by Robin Loving

Created on: August 04, 2009   Last Updated: January 20, 2012

I Watered Reba's Grave Today

Behind my house

Beneath the trees

Sheltered from the springtime breeze

I raked away great whiffs of grief

From Reba's grave today.

Next to the mound

Of acorn shells

Ripe maple leaves...decaying smells

Fresh waves of grief assault me now

As I touch the wet-cracked clay.

Purple hyacinths

And tulips abound

Lilacs bloom, and all around

Life springs forth, from the watered ground

Perhaps a dog can too?

Tied sprigs of spring

Wither and die.

Summer bouquets, now faded and dry.

Autumn paints another gray sky...

And  maple leaves cover the ground.

Behind my house

Beneath the trees

Sheltered from the winter breeze

My Reba still lies dormant.

And I still can't say good-bye.

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