Fading photographs and a faded flower
Ribbon tied letters that
Hold her still in their strange power.
Opening the box, heart shaped and satin lined
She shed a tear
On the letter he’d last signed.
As his fragrance softly wafted about
Nostalgic memories crowded in
As painful emotions tumbled out
She shuddered as a gust of wind blew
Showering her with leaves
Of every color and hue
Yellow and brown, even burnished gold
The age of living
Rich with colors both bright and bold
In wanton abandon they had painted the sky
Having lived every season
Old and shriveled now bidding goodbye
Fall to the ground where they now belong
The lap of earth
Nurturing with gratitude, making it strong.
Closing her eyes, she saw new light
Of changes creeping on
Slowly from raven and then to silvery white
Her hair had turned
The heart had not
Grown any wiser, no lessons having learned
As she still yearned for times to turn around
Loved ones to return
Buried long ago under the ground
The wind whispered many a wisdom filled word
Weathered cheeks it caressed
Slowly understanding the words of the tree she’d heard
“Life is love in an ever flowing stream
Love and be alive
Real and true, don’t keep living still in a dream.
Now that all has changed, every age, every clime
Leaving memories so dear
Let go of pain, now has come the time”.
As the tree taught her life’s bitter truth
Thanking it she cried
But I love him still as I did in our youth.
Head bowed, knees bent, buried box, pain and all
Praying for the strength
From One who gives to big and small
She felt new warmth embraced in His mantle
In her life’s winter
Feeling His reassuring touch so gentle.