A spectrum of colors not seen before. From the shear joy inspired by the moment. Shining a promise of love, grandmother to us all. And even when it hides behind a cloud, Its warmth seeps into my body And reminds me of the preciousness of life. It matters not how often For each time is the first.
Every glorious creation is seen afresh And brings joy because it exists.
And I think, perhaps this is why. This is why we come back. We come back to drink in the beauty as if for the very first time. Unable to see or hear well Confused and forgetful Skin craggy with deep wrinkles in Paper-thin skin. Telling stories of the past And sharing knowledge and wisdom Long-acquired and mixed with humor about life and her circumstance.