chooses her favorite gift.
Bright red roses,
the smell of spring,
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Melissa is happy reading a good book
rather than watching television.
Hours spent on the couch, feet up, sipping tea,
a favorite pastime.
She closes the book and looks out the window.
Birds are nesting and chirping a soothing tune.
The golden shine, once her hair,
long lost to age, silver and white.
The family stories of the old summer house,
children playing, and swimming,
Sunday dinner, the savory taste of roast beef,
never cooked again.
The love of Christmas, colorful lights,
and decorations, unnoticed.
Presents unopened under the glittery tree.
A generous heart for the love of family,
a gift gone forever, destroyed by dementia.
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On the day after, we walked from downtown,
from our apartment to 14th Street to catch a train
to Penn Station, but the subway was closed.
Most streets were glutted with silence, empty
of the usual yellow cabs with their impatient horns,
and people, except for one block just east of here.