She closes her eyes, drifts away
Eyes flickering as she dreams
Memories of things, bought to mind
Of kind whispers, it would seem
A time that now, recalls a smile
Of something, no one ever “new”
Would remember, from long ago
A recollection, of only you
Rocking there with grey hair down
The peaceful Southern breeze
Recalls with warmth, within her voice
Of a name, now said with ease
Past and Present the line now blurred
Between smiles, corners to edge
A not so common beautiful thought
And a not forgotten pledge
Would hope all others, shared such dreams
That appoints the heart to melt
Reposed in shadowed love, so sweet
And a passion, she has ever felt
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