Closing her eyes
and
emptying her head
letting the silver dream-mists
converge
over her, bringing
memories
of loved ones
never to return
Grandpa,
with his smiling face
Grandma,
with her womanly grace
Knowing she was
their pride and joy,
that in their hearts
she had a place,
a warm partial
place
whatever she did
they loved her
unconditional love
She smiles as she
sleeps
letting the dreams
wash over her
dreams of beloved faces
Genre
Lovely
I thought this was a beautiful and meaningful poem. I particularly liked the first lines you wrote about '' letting silver-dream mists converge . . .'' Now, that was PRETTY. A very cool picture too.