They sit, in contentment and repose,
Reflecting on sweeter days.
Their eyes, sparkling and wise,
Tell stories of long ago.

Skin, as delicate as antique lace,
Worn thin with age,
Contains scents and memories;
Of tobacco and lavender,
Of hot sun and sweet flowers.

A crown of white hair adorns each head,
As soft and light as spun gossamer,
The perfect resting place for a tender kiss.

As they live out their sun-warmed days,
We want nothing more than to be with them.

To caress their worn hands,
To care for them, to love them.
To listen with rapture as they recall
tales from days gone by.
To watch their eyes fill with joy,
As they remember a loved one.
To ease their aching hearts when tears come.
To think of them night and day,
As they sit in peaceful quiet.
And to remember them always,
As beautiful souls,
Abounding with wisdom, love,
trust and warmth.