She is a happy soul.

One day in late March,

silence strayed into her life.

By imposed solitude upon her.

 

Neither silence nor solitude intimidates her.

She loves her home.

She shares it with her tabby cat.

The home is full of happy memories.

 

She remembers the golden days,

before that fateful March day,

the door bell regularly heralded,

the arrival of friends.

 

They filled her home with,

lively conversation and laughter.

Made more lucid with free flowing hospitality.

And the cat was spoilt rotten.

 

Sustained by the memories of those happy days,

and the constant love of her cat,

she looks forward to the return,

of those sunshine days of yore.