Mary Ahearn
A Chalice for Remembrance
Overwintered now for three years, the rosemary, grown from a grocery store packet, thrives as it summers on the porch. Its fragrance, intense yet light, brings memories when brushing against the evergreen leaves. At the old house, we grew pots of herbs, tomatoes, roses, and every color of morning glory. There was room and time enough, it seemed. Until there wasn’t. The seasons are still lovely, the spring, especially welcomed with deep joy, but without you to share it. Some days, like those when the rosemary blooms, I dream of you.
leaves and sky a holy green a blue sacrament
About the Author
Mary Frederick Ahearn lives in Pottstown, Pennsylvania. She writes, “Writing is a great joy to me, and with it, the interaction with wonderful poets from all over the world. Reading, photography, and being out in the natural world are delights and solace for this introverted soul.”
I love the line, “There was room enough and time enough, it seemed.”
Thank you,Tom.
Some days, like those when the rosemary blooms, I dream of you.
Tangibility in love, isn’t that what holds us together when everything else is slipping away.
True, thanks for your thoughts.
Beautifully put. I loved the juxtaposition of the green of the leaves and the blue of the sky. Powerful imagery and emotions.