Her Twilight Memories
The stillness of the twilight hour,
Is her time for
She recalls things that once were real,
But never more will
People, scenes, and treasured things,
One thought provokes another,
Bringing visions to
Melodies trigger memories,
refrains, old songs,
All recall a place ... or face,
Of someone who's been gone too long.
Sweet aromas, scents, and perfumes
through the evening air,
She will inhale and close her eyes,
Seeing flowers everywhere.
Sometimes her face is wreathed in smiles,
times, her eyes hold tears,
When lost in thought, she's far away,
her, but she is not here.
Do not intrude; just let her
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,
patronize this soul,
Hold her hand and sit beside her,
twilight memories flow.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis