Rosaria

What did you think about

as you sat on the front porch?

When the rush of cars on the highway

shook the red roses at your fence.

Did it shake your thoughts too, 

or was your mind as slow-moving

as the sun that shone down on us

playing in the grass. 

What did you think about 

in the stillness of your age?

Would you reminisce on the blur of your youth,

did you find peace with your regrets?

If only you knew the love you sat with

would be felt long after you left us, 

the softness of your hands,

albeit the hardships they endured,

moulded the love that 

keeps us fed.