(my grandparents, whom I never met in person but who are constantly present spirits in my life)
A fine silver hair
the old weathered hand
rest delicately on the chair
bore a single band.
As she sat
staring.
He joined her
reflecting.
Her memories vivid
his spirit present
she almost shivered.
Their presence was so strong with me tonight, and I wondered why...then I read this.
ReplyDeleteIt is me who shivers; their daughter who was left much too young without parents at her side.