Sitting Here At The White Table
The first time I met you, you were so quiet
We played a game
“Guess what I am thinking and you win a prize”; a rose
A rose …. it smells so sweet of scent
Stimulation, as our memories retreat to the past
Remembering days gone by
“Can you remember back that far, it’s hard I know”
Marvelously, the sun rises and sets
Yet we find ourselves still …
Sitting here at the white table.
Juanita Tice Paulino