Flower Filled Morning

Here she sits on her throne, this aged lady of years entwined. She ponders bygone days when she was a young and radiant princess. Those days when ladies were treated as such, and men were vying for their affections.
Those days when a mystery about her remained concealed beneath her expanding and flowing gowns she wore to the many parties and banquets held by her family.
She recalled the elequence of it all, the sounds of music,laughter, elequence in every way. No detail to detail left out, an all out gala event in someones honor.
She remembers her coming out party with all the top hats and lace attending her revelation to life. Her dad and mom never spared any expense or sacrifice to make sure their daughter had the best.
Time has not been as kind to this lady of laviness in her later years.
Fire took away the famly place, death has stolen all her family and loved ones. Hard tims has forced her into a simple life with simple needs and surroundings.
But time cannot erase the momentious memories stored within her mind that is still sharp and quick wittd. She can tell you all the details of those golden days in a golden era when she was a princess and the world was her palace, but she cannot recall her age or her deceased husband's name for alheimers has begun its ravageness rampage on her mind.
On this flower filled morning, death makes a visit to the nursing home, slowly moves down the hallway to her room, gently knocks upon her heart, and together they leave out the back door. Bob Lester