Minnie Toney

Grand Mother had white silver hair which lay upon her back,

A braid that grew thin when it was the end of her keeping,

She sat quiet mostly when we all came to visit her,

Not sure who each everyone belongs to anymore,

Yet, still she smiles and the light in her eyes is not gone,

Like the flower greeting cards she tapes to the hallway arch,

Since her stroke, now we are the only garden she has known,

She has been gone now for more than 30 years and we still,

Say her name, pretend she just stepped out into that garden,

There will come a day we will be blessed with her again.

#NaPoWriMo 3

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