On the surface not much has changed
Your gardening hat still sits on the table on the patio
Along with a box of beans waiting to be shelled.
Your flowers are blooming
a jar of your daisies sits on my counter
It whispers to me
Reminding me that things have changed.
Inside, the cough drop jar is half full
Just like always.
The photos line the mantle and fridge
and the familiar tablecloth invites us for a meal together.
We’re all here around your table
Keeping our promise to stay together
the only thing missing…