A little goddess came to visit today.
Missus and I were busy adoring her.
A verse I might have written
never occurred to me.
The little white dog made her smile.
The Librarian was happy too.
We took a walk past the mill pond,
over the bridge, and through the park.
I did not notice the water
or the warmth or the bright sky.
I paid no heed to the first turning leaves.
I could only see her shining eyes.
I did not notice the cemetery
on the far side of the park.
The somber rows of stone markers
under the cedars fed by flesh and bone.
I was too filled with joy to sit down
and pen a line about it.
Sorry to say, there would be no poem today,
but I was wrong.
I looked up and found one here.