Lost In The Garden Of Adonis
by
Half gold, half silver circles shine- lonely
gathering dust. A gift my father gave
her: once favored but forgotten now. She
loses us− faces confused with names. Now we
just smile− suppressing sorrow, acting brave
but breaking. (Our hearts ache.) If only
her life was more than pumping blood and breath.
The body struggles on while flakes of self
fall− like yellow petals of flowers, grown in
shallow earth then thrown to sea. Alone
I sit, full pews surround, remember health's
gifts fade, leaving inevitable death.
The gift, twice given, now adorns my ears,
sparking memories of her in better times:
her smile, our adventures, the smell of Home
cooked meals. She traveled in to the Unknown,
leaving us behind. I thought that sometimes
I should join her; but love lost to my fear.