At 91
Lost your tongue,
as you fumble to recall the right words to use.
I think of all the words that once flowed so freely,
and where there were no words to fit,
you simply made them up. Daft, silly, and fun.
Vast vocabulary resonating at every opportunity.
The scrabble board could even learn from you!
At times jibes rasped from your tongue
as sharp as a razor
On the flip side and more reflective of you,
Jolliness.
Words danced from your mouth
like Ginger Rogers or Rita Hayworth, swift and effortless.
Your songbird melody
as you sang songs of old
or chimed sweet childhood rhymes.
Now,
a blank page staring back awaiting its full stop.
Copyright © Laura Hay | Year Posted 2018
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