Unraveling

Echoes

From The Nursing Home  (4/12/07)

I

She is pretty sure
that somewhere in past
she held him,
just like this.

Wrapped her arms
around him
like a gift,
he was grateful.

Can’t recall his name
but smell is familiar,
like scent carried
on breeze through
opened window where
she sat, breathing in,
just like this.

II

When he arrives
she reaches for him
like a small child
with tremulous smile.

He remembers when
she would wrap her arms
around him
as a full-bodied woman,
and he is grateful.

III

After the hug,
they hold hands,
sit silently together
each one listening
to echoes carried
on a breeze,
though half-opened
window.

Elizabeth Crawford  published 8/31/10

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