A long-time neighbor sits by the window
In profile, her face looks so old now
She has misplaced her memory somewhere on a shelf
She looks at me with eyes that are mostly, empty, of her former self
A once vibrant woman, who could tango with flair, who loved to throw dinner parties and cook up a storm
Who was so ready to laugh at everything, everyone, including herself – so happy – so warm
I visit her at least once a week – she is usually about the same
Her eyes always brighten, but she does not know my name
It hurts to see how old age has taken her essence leaving her hollow and robbed
Then she will turn and say something like: “Remember dear, life is meant to be lived. It is not a mystery to be solved.”
Her whole self flashing through, and I trudge home relieved and happy that I came
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Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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This is beautifully written, Bonnie. When I was a child, my mother worked in a Nursing Home, and I befriended many of the residents. This reminds me so much of a few of them. Their memories had been robbed by time, but their kind spirits often shone through.
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!