Bob is seventy four
And fighting cancer
Every day.
He's had us plant seeds
For four o'clocks
Twice now.
He told me confidentially
That he knows the flowers
Weren't here
In Boone's time
But his mother always
Had them
And maybe they are his legacy.
I found one
Of his wandering
Flowers in the garden bed
Yesterday.
And four more
In between
My sage and horseradish
Today
I dug them up
And carried them
Home.
I don't think
We could forget
Bob
Anytime soon.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Bob is seventy four
And fighting cancer
Every day.
He's had us plant seeds
For four o'clocks
Twice now.
He told me confidentially
That he knows the flowers
Weren't here
In Boone's time
But his mother always
Had them
And maybe they are his legacy.
I found one
Of his wandering
Flowers in the garden bed
Yesterday.
And four more
In between
My sage and horseradish
Today
I dug them up
And carried them
Home.
I don't think
We could forget
Bob
Anytime soon.
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