Dear Lucy, It Is Summer

...and now it is ten months since our hearts were suddenly broken,never to be the same again!Dear Lucy, how we miss you! The honeysuckle vine you gave is gilt with clusters, pink... The breeze chases a winsome wave that rolls through wheat fields, gold... The lily and the hollyhock lure honey bees to drink... And everywhere we look earth gleams with beauty to behold Summer has much on offer to rekindle awe and praiseThe garden like a coffer brimming with the fruit of dreams The countryside, a work of art entitled Summer Days... Dear Lucy The honeysuckle vine you gave is gilt with clusters, pinkThe breeze chases a winsome wave that rolls through wheat fields, goldThe lily and the hollyhock lure honey bees to drinkAnd everywhere we look earth gleams with beauty to behold Summer has much on offer to rekindle awe and praiseThe garden like a coffer brimming with the fruit of dreamsThe countryside, a work of art entitled Summer Days(where joy and sorrow rush the heart in conflicting extremes) Sometimes, when missing you ignites fresh, sudden pangs of griefI count the ways I loved you, sister dear, and love you more Then, from a world of yesterdays, descends divine reliefLove's symphony of echoes plays a tender repertoire The memories I have of you are like a garden pathTraced and retraced, soft woven through with threads I cannot touchThey gently bind the isles Thought trods to Laughter's AftermathOf Summers where we oohed and a-ahed, and talked and walked and such ....while watching our children grow too fast; they always doWhile weathering the ebb and flow of tides that stole our youthWhile planting flow'rs in trouble's dirt like our mother did tooWhile learning from parental hurt, lessons of timeless truth What I would give to hear you sigh or exclaim with delight  Over something that caught your eye while your heart skipped a beatA field full of wild flowers, purple, yellow, red and white (we were out on a sister's day)Or twilight's tranquil bowers, or a yummy fresh-baked treat No, summer has not changed its ways, it still burgeons with blissAnd never ceases to amaze on both good days and bad The sky is blue; the lake is too, but, oh, in spite of this Somehow sweet summer without you just isn't quite as glad Janet Martin The memories I have of you are like a garden pathTraced and retraced, soft woven through with threads I cannot touch... This year I planted a little flower garden in my vegetable garden... A place to work, and let the therapy of flowers comfort me.A place to sit to pray, read and remember Lucy, as well as my parents,my other three sisters and their spouses,my five brothers and their spousesAnd of course her husband and childrenWe, as a family, all share in this deep grief of missing Lucy.. I hope in August when more flowers bloom, and you also would love a quiet moment of reflection and remembering Lucy,you know you are welcome to drop by my garden too 💛🙏