Remembering

I walk past her slowly to not startle her. I can't help but notice the elegance she carries in her air. She is so carefully poised in her stance and stature; not one grey hair is out of place. She makes her way down the aisle as she considers every card. This time she paused. She took a deep breath and softly ran her fingers over the printed flowers.

There is a soft gleam in her eye.
A sweet smile on her lips.
She's remembering.