I wrote this after a visit with my 93 year old mother . With Her Today Yesterday is today and memories are now, In the depths of her soul The smell of honeysuckle in the evening shade, Playing kickball with her cousins, A first kiss,The birth of a son, Death of a husband, Laughter on a rainy afternoon All of these things are now, not a remembered thing, For she sees, hears, and feels them now. They could not have happened sixty, fifty, twenty or even yesterday For they are in her now and she feels them She smells and touches them in every waking moment She talks with her husband and soothes her child She laughs when no one else is laughing She sings a song only she can hear She is living, she is alive Just not with us at this moment and time She is with those that have already passed Those who she has held ever so close to her heart They are with her now living, breathing inside her, around her We may not see or hear them, but they are there She caresses them and feels their touch Just as we touch and caress her and feel her old weathered skin She is happy and alive and we are happy She has found her family again and lives with them once more. copyright c2008 Stella M.