The Ladybugs are Back

The day we brought you home - you came to die. 

Ladybugs crowded the corners of the room.

Enough to notice, 

Enough to make my housekeeping seem embarrassingly inadequate.

They had never come before,

Just arrived as an insect witness to life leaving.

Now they come every year,

Just to say “Hi” and “How are you doing?”

Remember us?

As if I could ever forget those last days we had together.

You slowly left.

The ladybugs did too.

But they keep coming back. 

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Poem by,

Betsy Cross Walsh                                                                                                                              betsywalsh3373@gmail.com

Mixed Media by Tom Johnson-Medland