a spirit crossed my path as i
breathed in the scent of pearly pinks
in garden beds of hyacinths
her presence lingered, caught my thoughts
a pause for moments to reflect
to pay though late my fond respects
to conjure up those early days
on visits guided to a chair
i’d listen, learn each time i stayed
how old she seemed , how thin her skin
on hands that poured out lemonade
and played at making paper dolls
it’s strange that drapes once tightly drawn
can part at random to reveal
lost souvenirs that time can steal
she left as softly as she came
but not before i called her name