Dyrine

Memories of Yesterday

Monkey clamp your cymbals, keeping time

Part of childhood, part of mine.

Dolls all in a line count them by twos,

Wilma, Jane, Thelma and Sue.

Hiding places, you can't see me.

Touch the tree and you are free.

Slide down low, swing up high,

My how the time does fly.

Seems like only yesterday

When I sent outside to play.

Dyrine Day

Forgiveness Unspoken

His words fell heavy to my feet, unable to carry them

Close to my heart. Yet, his eyes betrayed him and

Spoke of the love he hid within

I touched his hand with mine. I understood, but me

could not speak. We stood frozen in time. Eternity passed.

Then I saw it, ever so small in its beginning. A smile

His lips struggled to form. It came at last. His hand

encompassed mine. I felt the warmth spread.

The he spoke of the need of forgiveness, already given.

(Love means never having to say you're sorry)

Dyrine

(I work with Alzheimer's patients and I have not lived their lives, but only observed.)

Masters of My Mind

Masters of my mind, memories are hard to find.

Faces are familiar. Sometimes I just forget.

Where are my shoes? I just bought them new.

When was the last time? Oh, let me see

Days and weeks they intertwine. Always searching

for what was once mine.

Gone away are memories that cannot be

Just let my mind be set free...

A Young Man Aged

He walks alone, careful of steps.

All bent over, his head to his chest.

His hair has thinned to a see through gray.

He sees only his best in the light of day.

He walks on without purpose of mind.

Searching onward, His worries they mount.

Where he has come from he knows not.

Where he is going he has forgot.

A young man of aged is what he is now.

Searching onward, always in doubt.

Confusion is only a state of mind.

A make believe world, one of a kind.