Purple Flowers

Beautiful day.  Sun-filled.

As it rose

She appeared with her gloves-

tipped trowel, waste bucket.

She smiles. She tells

old stories and kneels on 

the ground, her knee pads pulled up

So her knees resemble a turtle.

That day we rode

to the garden nursery

and picked many flowers

for specific spots.  Each tree

and bush, later,

is a fortune, 

as much as all the flowers inside Phipps

We know- they’re perfect!

They fit even better than we 

could imagine.  But you now

see them from above

a light

watching over me.

I thought they were crazy

saying only a month,

we thought the 

best was to come.  I still see

you in the flowers,

but they miss you too.

Now I would do 

anything to garden with you.