Ninth Day of August

the first morning glory
of summer
bloomed today

pale
with the slightest blush
of pink

like desert moonlight

eight years ago
you left
this earthly realm

others live
because of
your generosity

kidneys
liver
corneas and pupils
‘harvested’
by skilled surgeons

transported
on ice
to
(who knows where)

implanted
into other
human beings

allowed them to
see a child
graduate from college
hold a grandchild

while i grieved

i will not
see you graduate
nor
hold a grandchild

when I see
that first morning flower
in all it’s glory

when the moon is full
desert washed
with pale light

i am reminded

your essence
your soul
your being
is with me

in my heart