autumnal leaves blowingwhat climate change?
© Rachel Green 2019
And that all is left
is my love for you
years of liveing, of raising kids;
from you becoming Mom
and changinging to Dad.
The lears, the laughter,
the easy-going smile
and the hug when things got too much.
You laughed at my garden wall
built of old mugs and saucepans,
each a perfect building block of concrete.
All those memories of stone
and in the terror of your future
your old girl in a chicken suit
still dancing to still you smile
© Rachel Green 2019
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