Monday, April 18, 2011

when i am very old...

when i am very old  ©  margaret griswold-scheiding

oh when i am very old
will you come visit me
will you brush my hair
will you hold my hand
and touch my face
and feed me kindly
dabbing my lips
with your kerchief

oh it will be a hard time
for you   it will be so hard
as you watch me fail
descending into the void
all i knew and all i was
falling away  the papery husks
of my personality
crumbling into nothing

oh when i am very old
i shall be grateful for
each kind word each gesture
though memories dissolve
and wink out like dying stars
i may not recognize your face
but deep within my spirit
a part of me will remember