Silvery head bowed down low
I held her hand and she smiled
Listening intently but hard of hearing
Energy reminiscent and diminished
Nothing but grace and peace in the air
Captivated by the lulling violin music
Each day is a gift, elderly or not
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This one hums with warmth! Is that your grandma Violet in the photo?
This is so sweet and a gorgeous read.
Beautiful poem!
Beautiful, just like Violet ❤️