Picture Perfect
In the portrait of the family
who could that old woman be?
She seems to look alot like me.
Must be a trick of memory.
Yearning for a revelation
to explain this situation.
I am old, I've gotten older.
Hemlines now are so much bolder;
winters now seem so much colder.
I've been given time's cold shoulder.
I'm drowsy and my mind drifts free
while thinking of my family.
I inhale the scent of memory.
I need renewal totally.
I'm impatient with reality.
How could time do this to me?
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a cowinner for this TEN word challenge
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
(All rights reserved)
Bliss
Companion
Discreet
Duplicity
Fleet
Patience
Quixotic
Reflection
Tirade
Undaunted
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