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POETRY

Remembrance

Apr 12, 2021

I lay flowers on a bench
where she used to sit —
my friend whose ashes
sprinkled in the morning waves

She loved wine and red roses
and thoughtful smiles,
small surprises
that caused her heart to flutter

She observed the rocky surf
and felt comforting winds
from her spot on high ground —
I can still see her there

The day she passed,
I placed flowers in a vase,
attached is a hand-written note —
my gift to a dear friend

I make sure the roses are fresh,
gathering them from my garden,
holding her memory sacred
as the sea changes its form and shape.