Pieces by Heather M. Browne

She lost her peace by piece
her voice - her fingered touch.
A longing growing deep.
Blessed in dreams to find her,
for a time.
But hurried life was distracting
and dreams filled with forgetting
to remember.
Crawling into bed no longer aware
of her loss or parts.
Until last night, when her mind was quiet and piece did come.
A glimpse of her smile
her name spoken.
And as she woke,
She found, for the first time in forever,
she could feel her limb.