Dedicated to my mom, Kaye Hirjak
A breeze as she works.
Brown hair cloaking her face.
Her pale hands move
With delicate grace.
She holds four gazes
All are in thrall.
A simple gesture
That showed love for all.
A crown, a necklace
A Princess, A prince.
Flowers and petals
Paint and tiny handprints.
A Summer morning,
A day gone by.
Moves on to another
Where she sits in the light.
A silver light flashes.
Hands moving fast.
Dolls and unicorns
A time gone past.
A heart is aching
As memories wane
Wishing time would return
To crochet hooks and flower chains.
