With precious memories of my husband’s mother, Tillie
languid, slowed-down flight
faded tiger swallowtail
wings frayed, summer’s end
aging farmwife rests
memories bound in wheelchair
mind frays as years pass
love sees the beauty
blond boy sings in gramma’s lap
fray with long goodbye
a poem in my pocket 
Aug 26, 2014 @ 21:26:58
That is a beautiful memory to hold on to ~ Lovely work ~
Aug 26, 2014 @ 18:35:17
Very touching and perfect comparison. You show the beauty in fraying, in a life well-lived, well-loved.