Mind Nectar
Like waves soft brushing a gentle incline of beach
distilled nectars, released, sweep;
drop by drop the precious oil soothes,
aromatherapy for a weary mind.
You smile at me from glassed frames,
my passing reflection layered on your forms,
infant images of coaxed first smiles;
within my aging body, the mirror of my womb -
memory’s natal nursery -
holds soft folded impressions of your true first smiles, first tears.
Before the world could see, I held these memories.
I drink this purest vintage
from the fragile goblet of my mind,
recalling my friend whose children were stolen,
taken away from her memory by Alzheimer’s.
© September 15, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
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