Smiling just isn't the same

Her light changes
dims and expends
a burst,
to eek beyond
inevitability.

The last day of Summer,
the first day of Spring
and Autumn when winter is obvious,

Goodbyes
She has said her goodbyes.
Her son, many times
when distance kept him away.
and recently, well
a grave is more
than distance bares.
Husbands, she has
outlasted them all.
And if I am not careful
she will say adieu
to me as well.

Memory has taken
care of her sorrow,
Forgetting the past
Pressing forward.

Honesty.
It takes it all from me
minute by minute
and she does not even know.
But I know
and time tells.
Twinkle, twinkle…so very far
and I know not …
where you are.

SadieLu 2011

This brought to my mind all the Alzeimers people I have taken care off forever..

I understand, time has no concern. Thank you Ainjel.

Time has no beginning,,nor comes to any hault,,,as the one who is remembered, lives without time being their object of thought,,,
A very nice poem,,to match a very nice picture Saddie,,,May you and your boys be forever Blessed by the time that is never felt only lived...

kind, Terry. You are a man of depth...so very sweet.

Nice write Sadie

i see you still got it. but i guess once you got it, you never really lose it.... lol

sweetness will get you everywhere...thank you.

yes, you, too...Thank you, Jeff.

Welcomed dear lady.

Time seems to be a illusion.
A mirage of the soul, seen
drifting across one's life.

Very touching write....

at times illusory. Thank you

That was touching, it is hard watching from the outside sometimes. but peaceful knowing their is not much suffering involved.

Thank you. It is always on the verge.