Hair, grey and thinning,
A face lined with memories.
Like an autumn day
Bright joy against horizon’s clouds.
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Greg, i especially enjoyed the following four sections: contend to mend and Softly stealing passing steps ... Chips in off-white walls Mark the passing of wheeled beds Like yesterday’s high tide, On thickly painted plaster. And clinging to the corner of my mind, A single fear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - thanks for the punctuation; makes my reading more comfortable! not all parts may be absolutely clear to me, but it sounds very personal, and, if it is, i'm sure you understand it very well. thanks for sharing. :) bri
Skin stiffly starched, blue veined. Really stood out for myself. I can picture that right now along with the loose woven blankets. Having a 94 year old friend with tears in her skin and my Mum died a few weeks ago. Thank you Greg I enjoyed these words.