Golden Memories - Poem by Patricia Kelley
You would have thought that a magical object hand landed in her hand.
As if, it were sand,
The sound of the chime, takes her back to her prime.
Dipped back into the fountain of youth,
She grins from tooth to tooth.
Her aging face changes before my eyes'.
I can see she was once wise.
Her eyes of ocean blue turn up, telling of happier days.
She speaks volumes with no sound.
Today, she owns the sun's rays'.
Hearing the resound,
Of yesterday's music,
She gracefully dances.
All I did was drop a crisp red autumn leaf in her hand.
This was her season for a special reason.
She thanked me for the little treasure, by shaking my hand.
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