The YearsDry spring air shifts all aroundthis long afternoon She sits in the shaded backyard of her oldest child's home, with a soft blanket covering her blue viened, thin legs The years have cascaded by, taken with them the once abundantly youthful ways of her skin The once glowing flesh now sags She is weathered by decades of life; creases and wrinkles Her flesh is now as shriveled as those oak leaves which fall gracefully to the grass Her once cascading hair is short grayish curls The hands are bony and shake She still remembers when men craved her curves, gave long caresses across plump breasts and spent time wanting a kiss The memories of lovers of forbidden desires or unsatisfied wants flitter in her now semi-dormant thoughts Occasionally she'll reminisce and for a moment, she is once more that fluttering young butterfly even if only in her mind Copyright by PattyR |