Today, standing
under the mvuli tree
where once I'd spread
my husband's ashes
In this, his favorite place
My now older hand
tentatively touched
the creviced bark
as if somehow
I were wistfully
touching his face
I looked out
over the expanse
of lake Victoria
and ruminated
at how I believed
a time ago
This lake could never hold
my watershed of tears
The breeze rustled the leaves
of this peaceful tree
Gently whispering
caresses around me
As though my beloved
was once again here
Memories of adventures
and dreams we shared
Reminded me of what
death and time had stolen
Resolutely I stand
in the face of my tomorrow's
Choosing to live
my life as if each day
might contain moments
of my everlasting breath
© Kimberly Anne Wallace March 21, 2022
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