The Grace of a Forgotten Time
Gazing back at faded memories,
through a dreary December Sky;
I drift away to a forgotten time,
when my heart felt so alive.
I frolic in the depths of younger years,
atop a mountain of powdery snow;
And I skate like the wind across the frozen pond,
as the bone-chilling breezes blow.
I drink from the icicles as they drip from the eaves,
and quench my childhood needs;
With laughter I spill from the rickety old sled,
and tumble face first in frozen weeds.
A tap on my shoulder abruptly bounces me back,
and my nurse wheels me away;
As she tends to needs I can no longer meet myself,
I still smile about this day.
I'm lifted to my bed to age another day,
with those memories still fresh on my mind;
And thank God for the grace of allowing me,
to bathe in a moment of a forgotten time.
Note: i wrote this one night while working as a security gaurd
in a nursing home. A guy named Leo used to come down every
night and just stare out thru the big patio window until his nurse
came for him. I wrote this thinking this is where he went in his mind.
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