A Picture Past
Sunlight on the morning of my happiness
stirs the fleeting golden memories
of fireflies and fairy wings
that a child glimpses in her grandmothers eyes
clouds of bitter fog
draw a veil over the shadowed demise
of that magical wonder which she once was
Sunlight on the morning of my happiness
stirs the fleeting golden memories
of fireflies and fairy wings
that a child glimpses in her grandmothers eyes
clouds of bitter fog
draw a veil over the shadowed demise
of that magical wonder which she once was
And bury deep in thoughts of grief
A proud and fierce belonging
are ties that bind in innocence made
til strings are wrenched in pieces
and memories blown like butterfly kisses
On the winter winds of neglected age
a flight of fancy time moves on
to treasure a new loved one
and a great grand daughter is the newly beguiled
