Life lines
You could see by her face,that she'd run a long hard race,
and this was the last long mile
in this that we call life.
Still, she smiled. Knowing...
Once a mother and wife
she had made her peace with this life
now happy and free was she.
Though her face told the story
Not all was roses and glory,
through all those many years.
There were happy days plenty of tears, Remembering...
From A criss cross of wrinkles
around her eyes that still twinkled
to her broad toothless smile
that lit up her face,
She knows the true story,
held deep in her heart
though foggy memories keep
some under lock and key
My memories are enough for me to know
and enough to keep to myself, she says,
that of the ones gone on before,
them I had loved so dear,
I am not sharing...
She will not let us see
into her past..
Those secrets are hers, alas,
lending to her great mystery.
She lets us know just enough
to shut us up,
The rest is hers to keep
on the last lap of the race,
She still has a smile on her face
though it's the end of the race,
Let your journey to eternal sleep,
be sweet,
Rest....
Linda Neira
September 27, 2009
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