Fading memories

My memories may be fading

they are no longer clear to me

be assured they are only hiding

warm and safe you just can’t see.

***

For they are tucked up safely in my heart

a treasure trove so precious

each hold a special place

with beauty that leaves me breathless.

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My eyes may no longer sparkle

but please be sure to know

these eyes watched in wonder

as I nurtured and saw you grow.

***

Now don’t be sad my darling

my heart still holds you close

this shell is just the wrapping

of a life filled with those I love the most.

The Kite Dance

by Tracey Evans

Tickled by fingers of the wind

bouncing on the tide of warm air

a tender massage

from exhalations of breath.

 

Soaring and diving

dancing and waving

swishing and swaying

in tune with nature’s melody.

 

In harmony with leaves

synchronised with trees

to the sound of the beat

of Mother Earth’s heart.

 

In the final breath

a tender embrace

a grand gesture and bow

in thanks for the dance.