The Book of Her Life

The first few pages are blurred, hazy and worn For this, she is saddened, desolate and forlorn Those were the memories that were to always last Remembered with love when thinking of the past Chapters in the middle are crystal clear and bright Full of children, love, life and passionate delight The brilliant colors and smells of living seep each page It seems as though this time is her own perfect age Blank and unwritten are the final chapters of her book So conscious of all the winding paths she may have took Knowing they could have lead to a different final bit of prose Hindsight and doubt simply is not the kind of life she chose She does not regret any writing left within this life’s record Having lived life for life has been it’s own sweet reward