Garden Of My Mind

I wrote this the year after my father passed away, from my mothers view point.

Garden Of My Mind

I heard our car pull in the driveway,
I heard your footsteps on the stairs.
You took my hand across the table,
As we bowed our heads in prayer.

Today we sat out on the porch swing,
Enjoyed the cool and gentle breeze.
As we glazed at yonder hillside,
Viewing brightly colored leaves.

For some time we talked together,
Of the things we both hold dear.
Of Kids and Grand Kids living around us,
As we did in bygone years.

All day we walked and talked and laughed,
As in another day and time.
And each day we'll be together,
In the garden of my mind.