Memories

A Poem By little woman // 1/27/2011

Closing her eyes

and

emptying her head

letting the silver dream-mists

converge

over her, bringing

memories

of loved ones

never to return

 

Grandpa,

with his smiling face

Grandma,

with her womanly grace

 

Knowing she was

their pride and joy,

that in their hearts

she had a place,

a warm partial

place

whatever she did

they loved her

unconditional love

 

She smiles as she

sleeps

letting the dreams

wash over her

dreams of beloved faces

 

Comments

Lovely

 I thought this was a beautiful and meaningful poem. I particularly liked the first lines you wrote about '' letting silver-dream mists converge . . .'' Now, that was PRETTY. A very cool picture too.

Kathleen | Sun, 01/30/2011

Thanks!

Thanks! I wrote this a while ago, but haven't been ready to share it until now.

little woman | Mon, 01/31/2011

The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.
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