Today, I
saw the white flash of an egret along the surface of a shimmering stream;
had a conversation with a friend that mainly consisted of memories of you;
woke up slowly with thoughts of you in a comfortable and reassuring dream;
observed the early spring flowers shyly showing their hues;
realising (after a friend remarked) how physically alike we were in our photos;
marvelled as the verdant grass and vivid leaves;
swept the path and removed the glistening late-laid snow;
visited places where pavements and pathways we trod;
spoke of my thoughts and feelings with honesty with God.
I wanted to tell you when you came home,
but you did not come.
When I arrive Home to tell you,
you will say: "I know."
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