She walked along the shore, on a beach many years before,

Young and beautiful, her life seen before her eyes, some time ago.

Long dark hair with a smile that brightens up that which is in sight,

A simple life with the wind blowing through her hair, a lifetime ago.

Her name is Emma, she walks along the shore a different way now,

Shorter hair of a silver gray, a smile that is less as the years have taken,

Eyes that sparkle a little less with the sun going down on an aging life.

Her name is Emma, she walks much slower with the wind through her hair,

She may disappear but she will forever walk along the shore.

Keith Garrett


6 thoughts on ““EMMA”

  1. Pingback: “EMMA” — keithgarrettpoetry – Sarah's Attic Of Treasures

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s