Robins in the morning
Still need to be watched,
And coffee at the window
Must still be sipped. 

Koi in the pond
Still need to be fed,
And the blankets upstairs
Must be stretched across the bed. 

Sweet Peas on the porch
Still climb up to the roof,
And dew on the grass
Tears from God as proof. 

This all before high noon
At the sun's most adoring,
But even at its zenith
in the sky
Doesn't mean the end of mourning.