April 13 - She Remembers The Lime Tree

She rubs her knees and slowly gets up
from the chair. She sees her mother
in the garden, sitting on the lawn chair,
a pale shadow occupying the air.

She smiles and sits besides her.
The sun touches the lime tree
and gives each leaf a porcelain gloss;
she knows the realness is in the breaking.

She hugs her and their eyes
speak the language of the wind,
warm in her ears and carried
into her soul, almost hollow.

The wind parts the branches;
a leaf drops from the lime tree
and she tries to catch it
but it slips through her palm.