Days flit by
Yesterdays are
shadows
of today.
November deepens
the greyest of months
dark colours my world
leaves sodden
trees bare.
my loved one too
is sinking into
shadows
of his former self.
We watch, dismayed
holding memories like
precious jewels
as we accompany
for life as we know it
ends.
opening to new chapters
we cannot see
but only imagine
there is hope
in the shadows
glimpses of eternity
and so we live
in November
wearing poppies
A month to remember
to cherish
to be mindful
of eternity.
Lest we Forget
