Originally written 10/11/2016.
Somehow her heart knew, I was someone special,
But her head could not place from whence we met.
On my weekly visits, off to the garden we’d venture
For I knew from my lifelong upbringing,
Her love of flowers, birds and all things nature.
Down the hallways we often skipped and danced,
Singing little ditties, whilst holding hands.
Her soul was that of a free spirited teenager.
And she was the happiest girl of all.
As sundown time each day arrived
She anxiously awaited the doors to open
In the parking lot, they must sit awaiting,
Her parents in their horse drawn sleigh,
To take her home to the old farmstead.
Alas, she was 94 and it was I who knew
They had long since gone away.
But none of that did she believe.
Once that time of day had passed.
She remained the happiest girl of all.
My children knew…
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