I don’t think we appreciate life the way those of the older generations did, and still do…


Her bony hands caressed
her husband’s face staring
from a dog-eared photograph.
Her wistful smile
broke through wrinkled cheeks
at her remembered love.
She shut her eyes,
sealed the memories
escaping from her mind.
There, she’d visit her beloved
once in every while
while awaiting that sleep
that would make her
and her dreams one.

A piece in exactly 55 words for For dVERSE Poets’ Pubs’ Form For All: Fifty-Five Shades of Grey.

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