PICTURES THAT I WRITE

copyright 1983

Would that I had been there

To brush away your tears.

To see the beauty left therein.

A softening face so washed

With memory’s dew

Is a floweret of remembrances

Whose words are picked

From memories

And placed within your sight

For you to rearrange

And recreate our bouquet

Of pictures that I write.

Tears again fall freely

And the floweret of remembrances

Has sustenance once more.

It’s seeds beget another bloom,

Past winter’s hibernation

The cycle never ending

Will last for ever more.

Allan Jensen