Yes I Remember Dear Sally
She could be seen in her Garden odd times,
So fond of Gilbert and Sullivan
And could sing all those Dizzying Rhymes.
With Love she would Water the flowers
Up-Weed every blemish for the Barrow near by;
And when done would stand with a Grimace:
\'Old Bones\' she could frequently sigh.
It was I recall a fine Tuesday
When I passed by her \'Tidy\' old Home;
She Hello\'ed a \' Very good Morning\'
Like the Spring she was Apt to condone.
How she talked of Iris and Tulips
With such JOY that she came full alive;
And the Merits of Green Tea for Nutrients,
By which her Garden so gloriously thrived.
I can see her now Studiously Standing
For in the eye of the Mind she remains;
A Calico dress of deep Yellow,
And a Cream Hat for the Sun or the Rain.
Fading Blue shoes of the Espadrille kind
Much worn and studded with Soil;
The Gardening Cloves that told a tale
Of the Seasons repetitive toil.
\'Would you like some Tea Dear\'?
She asked as She stood by the Gate;
\'No time I\'m Afraid, I\'m sorry;
Were Six words ever burdened by fate?
For a look of Expected excceptance
Gave way to the familiar old Song;
\'Well maybe next time when your Passing\',
And with that all Conversation was done.
Of her Death I was told by a Neighbour
They said She was lonely of Heart;
No friends or family were Noticed,
It\'s assumed they all Drifted apart.
But the Pain that keeps on repeating
Like the Heart from a Tale written by Poe;
Is the acceptance of Tea when she offered,
And the difference my presence could show:
And the difference my presence could show.