[dedicated to a fellow patient here at St. George's.]
Put on the wings of time;
Step into memory's slipstream,
feel it climb
To times when you were beautiful enough
to be bestowed with accolades and love.
She does not know the year,
But memory plays the songs
she used to hear,
She sings aloud remembering each word
until her soul is soaring like a bird.
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|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|I love this last stanza! Hm, it seems as if this little old lady is in her own beautiful paradise! Blessings to both of you.|
|Reviewed by Jim Dunlap
|Well, Sara, this is very nice. Alzheimers? I suppose the poor thing is happy enough, if she's singing. I can't imagine such a fate? I think I'd much rather be dead. I hope you are much improved and will soon be at home.|
|Reviewed by Jeanette Foresta
|Beautiful poem, hopefully she gets better soon! Please be more careful walking off trains, and I wish you quick healing! I tried to listen to the CD on your profile page but I have to download real player, looks very interesting since I also am an artist. It would be another new thing for me to learn! Nice to meet you!|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Prayers for you and for Margaret; may you both be out of the hospital soon! (But glad to see you are making good use of your time while you are on the mend; it helps to stay occupied when you are in the hospital...) Good write!~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Beautifully crafted,loving, heartfelt words. I pray you both well soon!|