Emerald green grass blankets the ground.
Big towering palm trees shoot up all around.
Way in the sky the sun shows its rays.
The very long shadows agree to stay.
A gentle breeze tickles my skin.
An airplane above creates its own hymn.
My eyes wander through the baby blue sky.
All the birds around me seem to cry.
The white picket fence stands alone.
I no longer hear her voice and that tone.
Behind me the yellow condo stands.
It no longer welcomes me with loving hands.
No more tomatoes that flourished through their prime.
I wonder what happened through out all this time.
It’s been awhile since I’ve heard her holler.
But it’s silent now after she visited Father.