In the meadows

I remember your face, so humble and silent

River’s flow, flowers bloom, and as the sun beams behind you...

There’s a smile 

Bewildered is the mind as the storms begin to form, chaos awakens in the meadows beneath our feet

There’s a twitch in your smile

Before the doves fly and the choir sings such holy songs, there you stand, crooked smile and narrowed eyes

The flowers below our knees slowly wither, and suddenly

You wither too

Why would you wither only to leave your leaves?

The doves fall and the choir cries, and suddenly

You’re gone.

In the meadows of flowers, yet you only left your leaves.

Leaving me reaching for something—someone I can’t see

As the rivers run dry and the choir is no

more

The bones of the doves grow trees so green, so adored

Now, your meadow is no more

Must I forget the Lillie’s and the daisies that formed your smile?

Must I water your roots with tears?

No longer are there flowers, nor River’s to feel 

And bewildered is the sight as what colors the scene

The leaves you left have grown so

Elegently

The trees from the doves have sprouted so fruitfully

The lake that was once a river, flows smoothly

And still

You’re gone

But it’s okay

You left the beauty from your leaves and the doves from your sky

All we had to do was water the leftovers 

And grow with time.

-A tribute to my Great-Grandmother