CALENDULA

In the mid-summer heat

Calendula was growing from your breast

And I was picking the flowers.

The bushes had abundantly grown

Leaving no time for me to see how the soil

Had sunk ever so deep.

SEE OFF… 

You see me off, 

Watching me from the doorstep

I promise to be careful

At the crossing – 

Like always…

Ever since I was a kid.

It’s only you and me now…

As I start to descend

This one last time.

For always – you’ll be standing

At the top of the stairs

Waiving in whisper.