As
we enjoyed breakfast today An elderly
gentleman came in He was carrying a single
flower And he was seated with two more
men He had rode up on a
motorcycle With a sidecar attached That's
where the flower had lain Now in his hand it
was clutched He laid it gently on
the table Now my curiosity began to rise I
asked the waitress, "What's the story?" While
she talked, tears came to her
eyes "Bill and Maggie were
very close They held hands everywhere they
went He gave her a flower daily from the
start His love for her, he truly
meant" "She passed away a
month ago And Bill still gives her flowers
every day He brings one to breakfast and
leaves it With tears streaming as he walks
away" The sadness in his
eyes are so plain to see He climbs on his
cycle, the sidecar empty Quietly rides out of
sight, wiping his eyes One can't help but
feel lots of empathy His love for her is
so plain to see As he strives to keep her
memory fresh If one didn't know different,
you'd think Maggie was still here in the
flesh Delilah M. (Dede)
Haas January 28, 2008