It was a like a
movie of
memories
an afternoon
of family pictures
unreeling
reflection shadows
rainy day card games
the aroma of cut grass,
all reminders of heaven
without sunshine
and how time
cruelly changed
leaving some behind
while unfolding others
stiffly like a
washed shirt
on a winter
clothesline
time convinces us
there’s no taking back
the last second.
