Laura Ellen Eaves Ballard Poems

Her mind went traveling today,
It packed it’s bags and slipped away.
It wanders old paths and memory’s lanes
and her dementia holds the reins.
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I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of a box.
specially prepared for me by a crazy red-haired fox.
I'm told its full of treasures, gathered here and there
individually chosen with lots of love and care.
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The years creep up on each of us, guietly and unseen
before we know what’s happening, we’re no longer child nor teen.
We learn, we grow,
We make mistakes.
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