Saturday, November 14, 2009

Driving Past Your House at Noon



Driving Past Your House at Noon

I saw your mom in her garden today,
Admiring her flowers and the view…
Gray hair framed her withered face,
Then I remembered she’d died. It was you.

I thought of the chocolate cookies she made,
Sweetening visions of days once were…
Whilst trying to fathom so many years past;
Those decades, as you became her.

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