old

old diaries

her thoughts

live on ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

doctor’s

doctor’s receptionist

she hears my voice

 too often ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

late

my late aunt

seeing so much of her

in me ©

 

 

 

 

tall

tall grass bowed

to the weight of dewdrops

spring dawn©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

slipping

slipping between

freshly washed sheets

scents of spring ©

 

 

 

 

old

old photos

curling the corners

of time ©

 

 

 

 

rain

rain splashes

on the sunroof

start of spring ©

 

 

 

 

news

news of your passing

a white butterfly

fades into dusk ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

still

still beeping

the monitors

she no longer needs  ©

 

 

 

 

empty

 empty room-

marks in the dust

where her bed once stood ©