Jan's Poem

GRAY DAWN

In the half light hours
between day and night
my mind travels the back roads
of my memory
visiting dusty corners,
moving
down rusty roads
to half-forgotten places,
half-dreaming
it stops at an
overgrown path
where flowers grow
among the weeds.
out of the dimness
my mother appears
an apparition in white
a phantom
from a long-ago childhood
where she was only
wishful thinking.
she is silent and still
I call to her
she turns away
I try to hold on
as the day creeps
slowly in
cutting away
the edge of night
then
in the cold morning light
I remember

Janice Kuykendall