Elsie Olive

A smell that ignites some old feeling A sound that makes your mind roam A glimpse of the woman who loved me How I long to take you back home. Once a mother, a teacher, my carer Who would comfort and allay all my fears Once so strong, now incredibly fragile It is now I who must tend to your tears ‘Who is she?’ I can see you are thinking As you smile and you touch my face Though you lost almost all your fragments You never lost your compassion and grace I want to piece you back together And show the world who you really are They see an old silent lady Not my beautiful shining star We baked and we laughed together You taught me to dance and to sew You made me feel precious and special You taught me how to grow The closest thing you could find to an angel Now sits silently staring at me. If I close my eyes we can go back to the place The place where you used to be.