To Be Finished Later

On a sunny 4th of July,
I place your son's wading pool
in the shade
and then fill it 
with a couple inches of water
from the hose.
And for a few minutes,
I sit in the lawn chair
watching him splash
with his water toys.


There's not much else
to report this holiday.
A lazy summer's day.

At the cemetery,
I only stop long enough
to fill your basket of flowers
with a jug of water,
quietly.
Not much in a mood
to talk either.

I miss you most
these holidays.