Where children once sat, singing nursery rhymes together,
dust now settles.
In the ballroom where couples once danced and laughed,
silence fills the air.
Where bright chandeliers once hung from colorful tiled ceilings, tattered webs hang.
The garden that mothered a glorious array of flowers now lies desolate and dry.
Her skin that was soft as silk, and as warm as the sun now grows cold under the layers of age.
Her eyes so bright, once holding a light, as she gazed upon me in love,
have now gone dark as her soul drifts away.
I glory in the memory of yesterday.
I dread the moment.
I yearn for tomorrow.