DEDICATION: the many people who helped me along the way: [names listed for: teacher, parents, husband, children, grandchildren]
Fronds of Memory
Fronds of time brush my memory awake -
Nostalgia that’s impossible to shake -
Fragments of the past, peering out,
Whispering, never daring to shout,
Hidden in some crevice of my mind -
That a vagrant moment’s sure to find.
