Yet it is better today,
the snow and ice lay thickly on the ground,
the place where my garden will be..
Thickly, i laugh,
3 or more feet is thickly!
Will it ever melt?
even the black earth would look better than this.
Oh, my mood turns sour during this time,
but my wounds have healed from other things.
I write today on the third anniversary of my mom's passing.
That pain is so much less,
yet, i know,
if i go through her stuff that still remains,
i will feel it again.
So for now i stay away
and am comforted in the memories.
Would that it would be warm again,
but i must be patient.
It is only March in New England.