FOUR SEASONS CAME, FOUR SEASONS WENT,
AND YOU WERE GONE FROM ME,
I SEE YOUR FACE IN EVERY LEAF,
IN EVERY KIND OF TREE,
YOU WERE THE GARDENER, AFTER ALL,
THE ONE WITH THE GREEN THUMB,
YOU MADE EACH PLANT AND SEED GROW TALL,
AND FLOURISH IN THE SUN.
“Dearie,” I would hear you call –
“Come see what I have done,”
And I would go admire the plants,
You had growing in the sun.
The plants and trees, each blade of grass,
Flourished in your care –
I wonder what they asked themselves,
When you were no longer there?
“Dearie, Dearie,” I hear myself,
Calling out your name –
Now part of all the universe
My life is not the same.
–Sandra Lee Smith/ originally composed October18, 2012/updated
July 5, 2018