Surrounded by the ones you love,
your eyes, awake – aware . . .
I wonder at the sights you see
as memories touch the air.
Do gardens take you back to times
of childhood long ago,
of hearing Brian’s laughter
of watching daughters grow?
Do seasons make a patchwork quilt
of all the joy you’ve known . . .
of kindred friends and blessings –
of simple times alone?
Your life extends beyond these walls
the ceiling seems to rise –
there’s peace and comfort in your soul
we’ve glimpsed it in your eyes.
Caregiver of Terri Kent