Faye Sizemore

THELMA… A REMEMBRANCE

There was something that jogged my memory
All of a sudden I was missing your company
I had not thought of you for years…
in the missing… I was moved to tears
Almost fifty years have passed since we spoke last
I went seeking you and found the little hill overgrown
and green tarnish upon the bronze plaque upon your stone
You were robbed of womanhood while you were still a child
The roses around your grave are growing bushy and wild
I will come back bringing clippers and trim them all nice for you…
when I can spend more time as we have much catching up to do…