tips of tall pines
swaying in the wind
beckon me home
memories
The Last Line
reading the last line
in tattered old notebook
so many tear stains
Assembly
the puzzle of our lives
pieces all scattered
some assembly required
Not Forgotten
scarlet poppies wave
unwilling to be forgotten
in the old graveyard
Memories
mist by the cenotaph
softly brushes my face
memories of tears
Never Forgotten
red lilies bloom
they won’t be forgotten
in the old graveyard
Grandma’s Flower Garden Quilt
Grandma’s scrap quilt
so many winding trails
on memory lane
