Cherry Blossom

Cherry blossom was your favourite tree -
mine, too. You smiled when I told you.
I could find the brown leaves of autumn in your
freckles, (but then you'd laugh at my cliché).

When you were younger, they took your
picture - your hair worn up. You looked
beautiful, even then. I could see it in los
ojos, how happy you could be.
Even now, I'd plant a cherry blossom tree
outside your window, so that everyday
you remembered the beautiful, and woke
up with a smile.

I will find myself under that tree -
soon, when all the sadness has gone,
and the tree has grown. And we can go
walking beneath the kodachrome sky.