Rustic Memoirs
My children are growing up fast,
I remember as if it were only yesterday that I was able to hold every one of them in my arms.
Holidays and birthdays have come and gone.
Years passing by slipping thru my finger tips.
Like the wind blowing the leaves off a tree,
But now I am feeling old,
And see myself fading away in the mirror.
At this rate I won't even be a memory.
The fear of being forgotten,
Not remembering me for who I am.
This scared feeling is getting to me,
driving me slowly insane.
Taking deep breaths,
I wish I could.
Panic in my mind,
My heart beating out of my chest.
What can I do but just sit and watch life go by as if I wasn't ever here.
Life goes on,
Life dies,
But do memories have to go to?
What will happen to all that has been done by me?
Who will keep my legacy and keep it moving along?
My fluttering eyes will no longer bat like a butterfly.
My soul will be washed away by all oceans to come.
Copyright © Donna Tymec | Year Posted 2019
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