Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Memory Fades

Remembering Mrs. W.
She always carried her cutting shears.
She loved her garden.
She was such a lady, always kind.
I don't think she knew my name.
I will forever remember hers,
though memories fade.


Laura said...

utterly besotted with this... so moving and beautiful.

holly aka golly said...

Thank you Laura! Sometimes looking at the fragments is better than the whole. Isn't that what happens anyway? We remember the little details and the bigger picture ceases to exist.

Laura said...

yes, that is exactly what happens....

caroline/oh chalet! said...

this is really wonderful. i just love it, the mood, the colors, & everything. nice work! hope you have a nice thanksgiving, holly!

holly aka golly said...

Thank you Caroline! Happy Thanksgiving to you too!