Rosemary for memory

Rosemary for memory

         for Rosemary Sinniger

Eyes dim as age approaches
daunting details begin to fade.
There's beauty in the wavy lines,
the blending colors, is all she'll say.
Rosemary smiles at her younger self,
nods that all will turn out fine.
The beauty of life is in the living,
the daily loving that once defined
what soon shall be but memories:
the lilac of a distant dawn,
echo of a playmate's laughter,
the smooth of well-worn stones,
of wrinkled soft suede leather,
All brought back by the sharp release
of onion on the tongue. All fades
to grey when darkness comes,
then blooms forth in a blinding light.
It's not my sight, I miss she whispers,
it's just I hear this wistful chiming
of a young girl's timeless time.

Kåre Enga 2011-04-05 [168.28] edited 30.september.2018.

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for Rosemary Sinniger

Eyes dim as age approaches
daunting details begin to fade.
There's beauty in the wavy lines,
the blending colors, is all she'll say.
Rosemary smiles at her younger self,
nods that all will turn out fine.
The beauty of life is in the living,
the daily loving that once defined
what soon shall be but memories:
the lilac of a distant dawn,
echo of a playmate's laughter,
the rough and smooth of stones,
of wrinkled soft suede leather,
the sharp release of onion on the tongue.
All fades to grey when darkness comes,
then blooms forth in a blinding light.
It's not my sight, I miss she whispers,
it's just the wistful longing
of a young girl's timeless time.

Kåre Enga 2011-04-05 [168.28]