What is that glint
as the sod breaks and crumbles:
a sparkling hint
as I dig the dusty summer soil?
This old garden has gained lost treasures
of man, woman and child for centuries -
What lies uncovered?
Teased from the clod
I find a tiny glass heart and this symbol
breaks mine, for here
is cached my soul
with the mortal dust of all I ever loved.
In this plot her ashes lie at peace these many years
yet now it sends a sign: weathered, soil-scuffed
But still its facets shine
Leaning on my spade
I rub it clean and buff it on my sleeve
tenderly, as if hers
was restored to me
each dusty face shines her passion.
Though time has passed and other memories fade
I see her standing in her garden's sun
As clearly as this heart
For many years we lived
to love our cottage family home and plot
they passed too fast, and now
I stay alone,
sons grown to family fields anew.
But this earth's glass heart will hold my soul intact
numen of her lovely presence here:
My years can pass in peace