This post is about a very special person in my life. She is One-Hundred and Three and an amazing woman of God. We visited a month ago and she was practically bouncing off the walls of the nursing home. I wrote part of a poem on the way home from that visit.
We visited again over the weekend and she was not as perky and sharp. It made me think about how temporary this life is and how important it is to take time to learn from others. I finished the poem on the way home and would like to share.
Pauline
Dry crepe paper skin
Vacant blind eyes
Rambling words strung
Into memorized verses
Words mined from memory
To remind us of who
She Once was
She is not needy or unhappy
Not bored or lonely
Not today
Today she is glad
Glad we are here
Anxious to spend time
Time of which
She is filled to the brim
Time, she has the luxury
To waste without care
Tomorrow may or
May not come
She offers precious
Golden nuggets freely
She does not hold back
Offering all she has
All that is left of importance
Is contained in this vessel
That may or may not recall
Your name or relationship
Stories are repeated
Moments lost
Regained
New memories made
To pass to those who take
Time to touch
To learn
To listen
To cherished words
Precious moments
That would otherwise
Be lost like morning fog
Life Moments 
What an incredible poem
about my sweet Aunt!
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