The curtains resembled ivory nightgowns of two ladies from his past

One he loved, the other he loved after the last

The sunset glistened against the oriel window

Of the facility he moved into after he became widowed

But now he discovered company in the small things

He recalled small moments when he glanced at his ring

The wife he loved was a young bride at twenty three

He envisioned her dancing in the rose garden by the tree

Her smile gleamed childlike in a blue dress and full of glee

Whereas the other wife was cautious towards life but nonetheless lovely

Their love was much older but radiated brightly

His memories twirled like the curtains in the wind

Remembering times now and times then

Oh, How things change when we least expect them to

Oh, how our memories live in us and lead upon many avenues

In his old age, he chose to live life over with the window slightly open

Dancing with his memories of them

©️MaddieA