Her Twilight Memories
The stillness of the twilight hour,
Is her time for
reverie,
She recalls things that once were real,
But never more will
be.
People, scenes, and treasured things,
Ordinary and
special times,
One thought provokes another,
Bringing visions to
her mind.
Melodies trigger memories,
Familiar tunes,
refrains, old songs,
All recall a place ... or face,
Of someone who's been gone too long.
Sweet aromas, scents, and perfumes
Drift softly
through the evening air,
She will inhale and close her eyes,
Seeing flowers everywhere.
Sometimes her face is wreathed in smiles,
At other
times, her eyes hold tears,
When lost in thought, she's far away,
You see
her, but she is not here.
Do not intrude; just let her
dream,
Her life is fuller now, perhaps,
She's in a place you cannot be,
And there is no harm in that.
Be patient ... treat her gently,
Do not
patronize this soul,
Hold her hand and sit beside her,
Let her
twilight memories flow.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright June
2008
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