Tears glint in the moonlight

In the old attic where I sit

The window is open

  Letting bitter air in

Yet no wind.



I flip through pictures

wrinkled old hands touching film

I remembered her clearly

  Even as we got old

We still laughed



I remember when we met

she had beautiful blue eyes

and curly brown hair



More tears roll down

I find her old dress

  It still smells like her too

I miss her so much

But cancer is a dangerous thing



a grandfather clock rings

  Just like me

a Grandfather, that is

looking for my comfort

I rub the dress against my face

She was so beautiful



I can remember everything about her

she had died in May.

  She was born in May too.

  I loved her like I loved nothing else

but God needed her more.



Bitterness spreads

then pain

   but I will be with Lily soon

For I too, am slipping away

  seventy five



I close my eyes and pray

I'm not sure what I am praying for

But I hope it is good

   And I hear angels

   coming to take me away