(For Lolly)
A dozen years have sneaked up on me;
it’s really been that long since Twenty 0 Three.
it’s really been that long since Twenty 0 Three.
Twelve years of living through pleasure, and pain;
gains, hopes, and losses are all that remain…
except the memories, the joyful anticipation, hope.
gains, hopes, and losses are all that remain…
except the memories, the joyful anticipation, hope.
It still shines through:
sometimes reflected in crystal and tears;
in clear cups of tea, through windscreens, and rear-facing mirrors.
sometimes reflected in crystal and tears;
in clear cups of tea, through windscreens, and rear-facing mirrors.
My stubborn Grandma is long gone… wasn't twelve years a blink ago?
Her 100th birthday seems last week ‘though lifetimes have come and gone since then.
Her 100th birthday seems last week ‘though lifetimes have come and gone since then.
The family lost, the friendships gained…
It’s a dozen years, and the world has changed.
It’s a dozen years, and the world has changed.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 17 May 2015
© 17 May 2015
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