Rose Campions Return Poem by Susan Lacovara

I thought today could be different
As I shuffled soil to slather
The wildflower seeds into place
Saying my gardener's prayer
And preaching without practice
That I would not think of you
When comes the first bloom

But the truth is rooted just as deep
No matter how much I shy away from it

You are in every stem, every branch, every bud
And my tears, for daily watering, do not run dry

Once we spoke of filling vases
With handpicked colors
To grace our evening table
Simple flowers, like the love we shared
Would be enough
That much we thought
And their scents would drip from the night air
As you twirled your fingers into my hair
I, in your arms
You, by my side...
And our flowers in the vase