A SUNNY DAY IN JUNE
If you had asked
I never thought
I would be the one
To celebrate your leaving
And yet…
Each year about this time
I remember clearly
A film cycles in my mind
A sunny day in June
The scent of honeysuckle
Your chair empty
June 19, 2018
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annellannell 
The scent of honeysuckle will always remind me of your loss, my friend.
Yes, Sherry, it is so. Thanks for being my Friend. And thanks for your comment.
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The scent of honeysuckle gets to me, too Annell. It reminds me of my grandmother. And I have honeysuckle right outside the window next to my desk! Your poem has touched my heart.
Yes, all those who leave an “empty chair”, in honeysuckle they are remembered. Thank you so much for your dear and kind comment.
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The scent of honeysuckle… so lovely, but when it reminds you of an empty chair it’s not as sweet.
The honeysuckle is sweet and remains so, but does remind me of the spring and the sudden ending of a precious life, like the blossoms of the cherry tree. Sights, sounds and scents, are burned into place. Thanks for your comment.
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