Memory Melodies

When good fortune was her morning song,
She never felt guilt nor shame
For her complicity with happiness.
Unconditional love was the melody of her will,
And she loved life for the special moments
Of the morning when the stillness of the night
Still hung in the air, merging slowly with the
Golden breaths of the dawn.
In early morning observations of love,
She constructed memories
Sealing them away tightly for tomorrow.
The future promised her an ocean of memories,
And the lingering loneliness that comes with old age
Would flicker dim before the melodies of her past.