Photographs line the computer screen
showing pictures
of living and dead people frozen in time.
Pausing to look at one image of us
together as children;
Pausing, taking in the years just passed.
Pressing mobile phone keys in horror;
It’s impossible to telephone you now,
as they have no phones in your heaven.
Perhaps thoughts of those roses or
a drink of tea will do to think about
the way you said my name to me
and the way you spoke so kindly.
