THESE ARE A FEW
Moonlight illuminating window shapes on the floor
How I love the full moon lit courtyard
and the soft hoo of the great horned owl
the joyous chatter of the purple martins
the barn swallows who return each year
the whir of hummingbird wings and
the kildeer leading me away from the nest.
Bright red amaryllis and pecans I have yet to harvest.
A few of my favorite things I hope never to forget.
THE REAL REASON
Once or twice our home was full.
All of Jim’s glock buddies in every room.
We had to buy an inflatable mattress.
We grilled steaks.
Family and friends after the funeral.
Oh yes, my birthday party. I loved hearing laughter in different rooms.
I still hold the vision of a home full of people.
Of generations together and children running around.
Letting go of this is the real reason I cry.