cereal and toast,
always cereal and toast
even after he retired,
it didn’t feel right
starting the day without breakfast
not the same since Doris died
but it gave his life some reason, some purpose;
the kitchen seemed cold
even in summer
he listened to the news
and planned out his day;
keeping busy was becoming harder
the garden immaculate - her pride and joy
he smiled as he pictured her,
floppy hat, faded jeans and gloves,
humming to herself as she pruned roses,
planted borders and weeded,
it was his job now,
he enjoyed the challenge
and it kept her memory alive
he sat on the bed and sighed,
every night he would tell Doris
about his day, his life,
he switched out the light,
told her he loved her
and that he would soon join her
a single tear formed
in the corner of his closed eye
Silver trophy winner
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