I am talking about the moving
Of the cheeks side to side.
Struggle and pain step aside.
Problems adjourn and tears dry up.
Cheeks dance as she laughs beautifully.
Her face is full of life
As she continues to smile.
In her mourning period she remembers
All the jokes of her late husband.
She touches her black mourning scarf.
As she wipes her tears away.
As she hopes that her husband
Is still laughing where he is.
She takes her tools and starts her garden.
It is time to plant as spring begins.
It is time to plant the seeds of joy and hope.
The seeds that will turn into a delicious meal.
She smiles as she is singing
Looking at the grave of my father
Right near the garden.
They are still together even today.
He never left, spiritually he is here.