My Visit

I saw her today,
it had been weeks.
But, it felt like years.
My, how good it felt.

My heart wanted to melt,
as I held back the tears;
when she told me,
her eyes couldn’t see;
things like before.

But, she knew my voice,
as I talked to her.
She sat in her wheelchair,
her head hanging low to the floor.

Her thin gray hair,
pulled back into a bun.
Her glasses rested on her pale cheeks,
in my head the memories.
That will never get replaced.

I traveled hundreds of miles,
just to see her smiles,
that friendship placed.

For we never know,
how quickly so;
the precious minutes we have together,
will slip away.