Joan’s Mind, Isabella DiCicco

JOAN’S MIND

Isabella DiCicco

She fixes my hair. Looks at me starry-eyed, as if she had never left, She laughs and says,

You’re so beautiful. I love you.

These moments were few and far between so I look back into her eyes, I smile, hold back the tears, and take it all in.

But in that moment’s time, the stars fade from her eyes, along with the memories of her past She is gone again.