Loss of a Spouse in Gray

Father's death was a gray day
And seventy at the time
My mother just stayed inside
With gray thoughts filling her mind.

In constant dialogue with
Her gray heart telling mother,
"You are wasting precious
Time lost to a gray future".

She stood right up and declared,
"I will stop feeling tormented
And will not allow to fade
Away my happy moments".

With planning out the window
She preferred to be surprised
No bad gray-hair days for her
Gray days were a compromise.

For mom gray was a color
Not to be aged out of fun
Gray should not make you feel old
Thinking gray was the new young.

And slow times for an elder
Out the door feeling renewed
Spontaneous was her way
Gray-hair in motion her view.

My mother passed on last week
Exactly on her birthday
She had no gray memories
Just the beauty of each day.