With a Gleam In Her Eyes

She still has that gleam in her eyes.. The only surety in life is change,that's the reality ,and time has ensured that whether we like it or not we all have to endure ..but one thing never changes is that gleam in her eyes. After age, now bordering 90years, though time has removed alot of her near memories, though when you look carefully you see nothing but that gleam.. She stares into nothingness, not exactly sure what goes through her mind at this stage.. But I do know there is a gleam in her eyes whenever she looks at me, with her exclamation of " I didn't know you were here?" And her eyes alight " where is my little man?.." "Tahh...".. She still can't remember my son's name.. But there is a gleam in her eyes.. When she recounts ,days of old ,of stories some untold,but passed through the generations.. Why I can tell everything from Jamaicas past,from tram cars, to bustamante sweets,from Louise Bennett to Mass Ran.. And then there is that gleam, as she stares in the skies , exclaiming how beautiful the day is, to her ,the sun is always shining, with a little bit of haze,and a cool breeze.. Then there is that gleam in her eyes as she devours one of many mangoes , some times I think she forgets that she just had 1/2 doz..but she does so with that gleam ..in her eyes.. With that gleam in her eyes she remembers the birthday dates of all her siblings, not remembering that they have all left her, and await her, But she does so with that gleam in her eyes, Then when she receives a call from a sister,a friend a nurse.. by the way she is affectionately called nurse.. ..she squeals like a little girl .. But then in the next 10mins there after remembers no one had called, But with that gleam in her eyes.. I look at her now, I stare into those eyes, she smiles ,stares back , says nothing ,but does so, with a gleam in her eyes..