Laying in their bed, to early to rise
she thought back of dates and car rides
fifty five years now together
On the shorter side of getting to heaven,
she would soon again meet her mother.
He had spoken yesterday of going shopping today
maybe work in the tiny garden
Gardens were pretty he’d say.
She had only grown them for him to see.
Looking over, to picture who he had been
loving who he had become
A tear rolled down her cheek
he was there yet gone.