Droplets at the water’s edge,
prior locale of hanky waving
her spouse’s welcome.
Sunday afternoon, tea sips
with ‘Helen Steiner Rice’, mouthed
under full umbrella shadow.
On bended knee at the water’s edge,
tomorrows’ memorabilia flashing
loneliness to come.
Un-kissed pouting red lips
mourning formless ashes, housed
in the Urn sprinkled by his widow.
TeAnne Feb 29.2000
* Helen Steiner Rice – Greeting card poetic verse writer.
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