for David Friedlander
On a sunny day you come to say goodbye
with a wan look but a cheery eye.
You ask to open the door to the garden
so full of birds, butterflies, bees and
radiance of October blossom
it’s hard to contain a smile or tear.
“So lovely,” you say, “to see the garden again.”
And those blue-green birds between
The kowhai and the bottlebrush?
“Tuis,” you say, without even looking.
Savouring the lightfulness of spring
and the promise of a bumper summer
we laugh and while the day away
for a moment pause, sit back, reflect:
what better testament at journey’s end –
to have been a kind and constant friend.