Prompted by, but not entirely in keeping with,
Imaginary Garden with Real Toad’s prompt “Love after Love”.
Written largely, but not entirely, for my mother
Who will be ambushed by “So Far, So Close”.
Table for Two
Memories of all those we’ve loved
Will never truly fade;
They may recede from daily view
But are poised to reinvade.
Well meant but a word, a song, a scent—
Ambushed by this refresher,
Are, without any warning, shoved
Backwards through a thresher.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013