We stood there and watched you drive away
Beneath April's branches, weeping and gray
In the silence that followed all we could do was look
To the spot where we heard it; the closing of a book
Janet~
Jane,
I never told you about those moments
As we watched you disappear
Each of us quiet; lost in our own version
Of thoughts, prayers, memories and tears
p.s.
Jane, if you click on the picture you'll see it better.
Doesn't Victoria's little wave say it all?
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!