© 2020 Melissa Jackson Brister All Rights Reserved
site design- mjbrister

it is remembered
etched like the lacy crochet shawl and yellowed dollies

now the eyes that look to me
are tired and sad
the heart having known a distant passion beats less steadily

it is remembered, the time
when you were stronger
and I was little and lacking of experience.

I kneel to cradle a body worn and weary
to sooth a wrinkled brow.

I hold a hand, too small and frail to truly be your hand
Still your smile is as constant as a youngster's hope.

we sit and wait.
you say the time grows near
I say the time is too short
once more you touch my tears
it is a young heart that damns this course
it is an aged hand that comforts
and again, it will be remembered
there was a time when you were stronger.