By Tina Brady – 2022
She read like an old book-
a sturdy spine, wrapped in
tough leather.
Displaying worn joints and
loosening hinges that were
apparent to the eye.
Sophisticated wear and tear
she wore it so well.
Complimenting the scents of
time that covered her body.
Her words were a symphony to
the senses, ranging notes of
every colour.
A captivating storyteller, she
was hypnotising and compelling every step, page and
chapter.
Her history shrouded in mystery,
A walk down memory lane.
Nostalgic grooves caressed her
edges, she was a beauty to
behold.
Her magnetising words rose and
fell like music notes scribbled
on a manuscript.
Dancing through passages of time
long into the night.
Bittersweet conclusion lingered,
as she quietly departed with the
promise of another journey
