Last evening it was quiet. I did some of the things I wanted to get working on and then I went downstairs. The poem I just wrote is about what I thought and saw.
THE FAMILIAR PLACE
The Christmas lights glowed
Reflected on her tears
I felt the storm
Of thundering memories.
We aren’t really that close
I didn’t know what to say
I looked around for others
Not a shadow of a face.
I felt the tug in my heart
Requesting me to stay
I pulled my walker close
Locked my brakes and sat down.
Words flowed easily
From my mouth
I explained I felt her feelings
As I was living mine.
We shared so easily
Memories of our families
The empty seats at dinner
The place we live in now.
We spent about an hour
Like friends for ever more
We ended with some laughter
We then both went our own ways.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
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