Her hand frail against the withered fronds as she rearranged the flowers
For time had sold them short.
Her youthful stance and gaze, as glorious bride in the gaily painted photo-frame
Captured in the stillness of time framed by the care-home mantle-piece.
Forgetting fettered fragile moments of family-time,
Lost forever in the timelessness of a fretful mind.
Her pain receding as the hands of time hold her soul
Serene against the backdrop of a moonlit sky.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This for poetics at d’verse. We were asked to explore something we couldn’t touch. It is coming up for the 10th anniversary of my mum passing away and she never got to be old so she never experienced losing her memories.