Conversations With Old Friends

Each day I find life gets more upsetting because too often I keep forgetting the names of loved ones I should remember. They shouldn't fade like a dying ember, so I talk to them instead of fretting. Sometimes I offer them a pot of tea to show I'm grateful for their company. "Would you like a scone?" I asked my friend, Kay. "Yes, Mary. You've outdone yourself today." Times passes quickly when she's here with me. I know they're all gone, my used-to-be friends. Doing all the talking has dividends... I never have to say, 'good night" or "bye." No tears as they're leaving to make me cry. You see, our conversation never ends. In the daylight, at the window I sit, passing time with yarn and needles, I knit. I pretend my old friends are with me here, letting me bend their interested ear. I'm not senile; but I have a keen wit.