She stood on stage
A shadowed figure
Black and white faded background
And the extreme quieting of the room
Deafening.
One would assume
Her speech would have been of an eloquent nature
Her mouth opened
No words emerged
The audience waited
With bated breath
But the silence of the room
Spoke volumes
What does one say?
When the final door of ones journey
is near to enter
and only memories are left
Perhaps distorted
Perpetual scenes always would occur
As one thinks back
And I
In my child like wonder
A shadowed figure
Black and white faded background
And the extreme quieting of the room
Deafening.
One would assume
Her speech would have been of an eloquent nature
Her mouth opened
No words emerged
The audience waited
With bated breath
But the silence of the room
Spoke volumes
What does one say?
When the final door of ones journey
is near to enter
and only memories are left
Perhaps distorted
Perpetual scenes always would occur
As one thinks back
And I
In my child like wonder
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