February in the Old Age Home
      By JoHannah P. Green

A thought - a flower -
(one memory at a time)
the blossoms
fade.
All golden glory lost
to the eye
to the mind.

What brightly flourished
in Summer's heat -
a flower - a thought -
(one memory at a time)
fades;
faded now;
crumbling to dust
in Winter's long shadows.

one thought - one petal at a time
an instant of life extinguished.

I cannot bear to watch
his face.