the stoic

the stoics

never

let you see

how they really

felt

 

about

tragedy

or

joy;

 

you knew

both

were necessary

to make

your life

worth

your time

 

you sweat

in your garden

with a straw hat

in 90 degree weather.

 

you

harvested

a bounty.

 

you wore

a headband

and a wig

the last day

I saw you

 

while you watched

your husband

cut down

your trees

 

just like

you wanted.

 

I hope

you realize

when tears are shed

they will water

your gardens

 

(I'm glad I hugged you)