As I lay there pondering about the small memories I managed to reunite.
I reassure myself by picturing her in a peaceful sight.
The setting is a beautiful garden and the main character is the old wrinkly woman I know only by name.
I know nothing about her grand adventures and life lessons, I am quickly over come by guilt and shame.
May she return only for a moment?

I lay there contemplating her in a chair as the world passes her by.
I can shed not a tear, nor can I manage to cry.
I picture the small details I can recall only to have them fade.
I try to imagine her smiling where she was last laid.
Can she return, only for a brief moment?

The emotions quickly swallow me hole.
I look through her pictures, her diaries, her stories yet I want more.
I yearn to know the woman before her youth was taken.
Before the glamor and joy was ripped from her cold hands, before SHE was taken.
Can she move me to tears after so many years?