Mike's chair

So often Mike would sit here,
by the flowers in the garden
And listen to the birds as they sang,
and the plants
As they grew, and grew,
blossoming,
their scents wafting on the air
and making the music lovelier
I am here now, his radio at my feet,
My cross-hatched dress fading in the sunlight
I watch each day the plants he so loved
Watching them grow, and blossom
Their petals falling, adorning the ground
As each withers, and dies.
Like a flower Mike has grown,
He has blossomed
And he has gone to a greater garden

Alissa Nicholls