Aging Woman in Repose

This is a poem I wrote in 2011.

 

Aging Woman in Repose
Living in the past tense

 
She gathers and guards her treasures
there is little else to measure
a lifetime in the past tense.
She mutters not making much sense.

Yellowed letter from her husband,
envelope opened, reopened,
a twist of lovely golden hair
from a time he was young and fair.

A ragged heart shape with childish scrawls,
"I love you, Mom," the message calls
to old memories of days gone by.
Oh, how quickly the time can fly!

Ink penned poems in a journal,
paint a picture like a mural,
of a woman's romantic soul,
composed when her mind was still whole.

She gathers and guards her treasures.
These tokens provide a measure
of a lifetime in the past tense.
She mutters and to God makes sense.

© Copyright 2011 Karen M. Crump