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"I count only the sunny hours" is carved in stone on the sundial's weathered face where we walked in the garden among the shadows and flowers.

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Time grieves from no one.  Winter quickly devours the leaves and blossoms; snow takes their place.  But I count only the sunny hours.

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Remembering bright days:  your tall body towers above the sundial, stopping time in your dark embrace, in the garden where we walked among the shadows and flowers.  

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Your winter, your dark days, your silence overpowers; and no child's cry could call you from that place.  But I count only the sunny hours.

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Season after season, through sun, snow, and showers, the sundial measures moments that time cannot erase:  when we walked in the garden among shadows and flowers. 

 

Time weathers us all, the rain erodes, the winter wind scours; the harshest seasons are what shaped my face, though now I count only the sunny hours, when you and I walked among the shadows and flowers.