December 22, 2007

one year ago today.

little reminders are everywhere.
if we just wait for them.

i slipped my hand into the pocket of the wool pants i haven't worn since the day we buried her.
i felt her immediately.

inside a silk hankie, like the ones she used
to stick up her shirt sleeve.
little bouquets of flowers
poking out at her wrist.
we each took one that day.
as we laid her to rest.

everything is different without her on earth but everything is just as lovely as she left it.
little lovelies everywhere.
and inside my pocket.