Saturday, April 8, 2017

This Hazy Path

Even if I walk down the thin gray road

of dementia, I will always recall

that I loved you.

Even you reading this now,

I might love you too, ambling

this hazy path.

I might remember kindnesses

we never got to do

for each other.

It takes the fading people like me

to say, right now, we don’t have

to make enemies of each other…

the gray will dissolve our differences

into a gradual peace.

J. Pratt-Walter
April 8, 2017

1 comment:

  1. The photo is of the bridge over the Naselle River at its merging with Willapa Bay.