Fide Erken Poet Free verse

Shadows

Grandma is sleeping in her bed
one of her thin hands
lies on the quilt
with long, beautiful fingers 

Her bed is in an empty room
nobody there
except a young lady from the past
with long, beautiful fingers

Grandma can't speak or sing
she can't even see a thing
still she has thin hands
with long, beautiful fingers

The young lady used to sing
she used to speak cheerfully
cook delicious food for mealtimes
with her long, beautiful fingers

Grandma is sleeping in her bed
her long, beautiful fingers on the quilt
out fly three white doves
not true beauties, just shadows

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Frank F. Atanacio March 7, 2009 at 9:03 AM this was so well done-- I think it's my fav of yours so far :)

January 26, 2009 at 12:22 PM Interesting reflection on the aging process. It is a wonderful reminder that hearts do remain young despite the outside package. I really liked this poem. It has a lot of depth and a heartfelt quality. Thank you for your kind comments. Karen