Senility's Wheel

Senility’s Wheel Locked away in Never-land There, there is no wrong or right. Just living for the moment, Now, flying toward heaven’s light. Her children laugh and play all day. Tomorrow has walked far away. Yesterdays have been added up. To a very bitter cup— Senility has spun its wheel No telling where she will land. Tossed inside a closet, life locked. And the door to forever land. Her kindred have become strangers. And strangers are her new friends. This moment in forever, Spins laughter into her cup— She smiles and asks her daughter, “Come near and take my hand. I think I know you, don’t I dear? Tell me, please, your name?” Both: standing, watching, hoping. Not knowing where the wheel will land. Tears flow from then to forever. While smiles and love still stand. Inside that closet love waits. With hope and senility’s wheel— Copyright 12/18/16 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen