A cast of characters float through her mind,
Her thoughts unraveled by the winds of change,
And though her countenance smiles ever kind
A vacant mask conceals where dreams now range.
Her conversation mired in younger years
Seems as if times of yore had just transpired;
A startled face, unknown, locked in a mirror
Stares out from places troubled memories conspire.
Yet she ekes on amidst the tattered ruins
Of places lived and people long since passed;
Blank-stone grey walls hold echoes out of tune—
False memories oft greeting questions asked.
I tell her that I love her and she smiles,
By grace of God, or mortal mind beguiled.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 