through the slice of light in the curtains
wishing someone would come
and open them onto the world.
Just the branch showed the little gem
feeding on the red flower
like the blood ruby
on her hand
crossed over her heart
symbolizing their love.
Life was fleeting
and memories her last comfort.
Her loneliness taunted her
as she twisted in her bed
reaching for the light
with hope for freedom,until the great grandchildren
came to visit,
and hope lay in the future
of new memories to be born.
In memory of Genevieve Borden Deane
February 9, 1920 - December 12, 2006
Poem and Photos by Elizabeth Munroz
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