Echoes of Yesterday
In the twilight of her years, she sat,
Tracing the past in a tattered hat.
The golden glow of childhood's light,
Still flickered soft, still burned bright.
She built her home with care and grace,
A mirror of that long-lost place—
The laughter, warmth, the scent of pine,
The summer dusk, the clinking wine.
She steered her steps from shadows deep,
From whispered cries and nights of weep.
No harsh words, no bitter rain,
No echoes of that old-time pain.
But as the fire burned low one eve,
A thought arose, made her grieve.
Had all her days been shaped and spun
By ghosts of what was lost and won?
Did every heart, in secret art,
Rebuild the past in scattered parts?
Did all who walked the road of time
Rehearse their joy, rewrite their crime?
The answer lay beyond her sight,
A mystery wrapped in fading light.
Yet in that hush, she smiled anew—
For love had lived, and that was true.
About the Creator
Katie L. Kashan
I am retired, and for the first time in my life have time to pursue some passions that have been left in the back burner. I hope to develop emotional resilience and help others do that, too. My writing is AI assisted.
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