A lover’s heart Holds on tight As his love “fades” away; She can’t remember She won’t remember She will never know again He loves her so! ~Susan McMillan (For dementia victims)
Suddenly, the flowers let go! The leaves give into bountiful beauty . They soon let go; Bare sticks and branches remain To muse the eyes through Winter. ~Susan McMillan.
The air smells like December But November is yet to come Not forgetting October I know it’s only September A time to gather some apples For some waffles. Susan McMillan (For the love of changing seasons)