Your image is like a beautiful butterfly…
Delicate and perfect, surreal
In your flawlessness!
Your face bears the innocence
Of one who believes in dreams!
The essence of your fragile beauty…
Worthy of immortality on canvas!
You are but a child that
Unknowingly possesses the guile
Of a woman far beyond her years!
Could it be you are not real!
Did you exist only in the mind
Of the one who captured you?
In excess of sixty years, a lifetime…
You have withstood the ravages of time
Because she shielded you from harm
Kept you in a special place!
You meant so much to her!
In you she kept precious treasures,
Things she trusted to no one else
Scraps of memories she carried with her…
On her journey toward eternity!
But she has long since passed…
And she could take nothing with her.
Fear not, little keepsake tin
You are safe with me!
© Annabel Sheila