Ghosts sit with me
And speak in soft, low voices.
They smile at me
And shimmer in the air.

Diamond touches my arm
And tells me she is waiting.
Her hair is brown again,
Her eyes a bright gold.

Merry teases me
And says I was always late.
His eyes twinkle
And his laugh is joyous.

Sam is a wise gardener
And says all seasons end.
Old growth must die
To make room for the new.

Frodo's smile,
With searing beauty,
Says more than words
And speaks of peace.

My mother sings.
It is a lullaby
And rings in the air
Like silver bells.

They fade in morning's light,
These dear ghosts,
And I sit here alone,
For I am the last.
- Orangeblossom Took