She sat on her high bed

Cross-legged,

Thumbing through pictures

Re-reading old messages

Remembering

Days gone by

Love that couldn’t grow

In soil full of promise

Roots pulled out

Over and over.

Still….She smiled,

At the memories

As they crept up her back,

Brushed the hair from her eyes,

And remembered the love.

Just the love.

It’s good to know,

That you can love.

Always and all ways.