I never thanked you - Poem for The Mag -153

It was the picture that I noticed

As things from the cupboard tumbled out.

When did she get this snap taken?

Was it the day

 All of us went away?

She did need to chill then.

It brought a smile

Now that the storms had blown away.

Now that music flowed again

In soft notes, like spring flowers.  

Yet, I wondered,

Did you stay back?

Did the two of you

Listen to music and talk?

Did she cry much?

And, you sat by her

Watching protectively

Until those limbs

Unlocked in sleep?

Was it me she called

In her sleep?

I am sorry

I never thanked you!

Poem by Zafaran for The Mag 153