Fire To Ash

Such were your eyes in spark you could not know then now as you do. Fierce face of youth in children the photos yellow now one in three gone as you. Paced white blanched narrow wood now a path I hurry to what....a sad ending happy yes happy the bones of comforts dust as musky as memories I have shed as winters rook wanting more than is in the shinny button years of fear that you have grown impatient with me this old coward of one hundred and seven you have come back again and are again a mother of three.