She recalls the past, so very clearly
Dates and times on which they’d occur
Memories are all she has, kept close
But this day, with me, is simply a blur

She laughs, about times, of long ago
Recalls moments, when life was hard
Until reality greets her, once again
And quickly, she puts up her guard

Refusing to let go, of all she holds dear
Oh, how she wants these moments to last
But I watch, as the days slip by, quicker now
As she stares, out the windows, of the past

November Writing Prompt – Windows to the past – Day 21/30

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