YESTERDAY'S MEMORIES

She stands by your graveside
In the early dawn hours,
Watching the clouds part
Greet one another and move on.

It's been so long since they laughed, talked, loved.
She never met your wife or your children.
You said she could never be a part of that world,
And time brought to them
Other joys, other loves, but none to her.

She sees the only visitors of late
Have been the seasons,
And they have treated you harshly.
The rosebush your wife planted
Not death with fast winter's debut.
You epitaph inscribed in stone
Is marred by the seasons.
Your memory erased by the living
But never his love.