The wind whistling through the gaps in the door
Alone with my thoughts , going through memories I have treasured and adore
Got to this stage in my life where I am depending on others
Hard at first but I got there
Through the winters and the summers
Waiting for visitors to arrive
Just so I can hear about their busy lifes
Biscuit tin popped open
Conversations flowing
But can you hear me ?
Can you see me ?
I will wait till you’re all finished to ask me how I am
Please be patient I’m not as fast as I used to be and I ask please don’t finish my words for me
I may speak at a slow pace
But I have thousands of memories to share and embrace
Some good & some sad
All I ask for is a listening ear
Don’t get mad
I just want to feel close and near
To the ones I love so dear.
angelamariabaillie