~old and Gray~

Days are darker as I stew My memories gradually fading Sitting alone day by day My Husband gone…passed away Now I just sit, nobody knocks Little knick-knacks collect dust Above my Kitchen Sink Dirt clings against the window Outside collected dirt sits Patterns from the rain appear I light up my Pall Mall with grace Releasing an inhaled cloud of smoke It creeps slowly through my kitchen It stagnates in mid air, floating heavily I see valleys and angels in the swirls I play solitary with my deck of cards Dampness from my basement lurks A clammy scent seeps under the cracks Sending a moldy whiff towards me “Old and Moldy” …I think jokingly I cannot drive, I go no where else My hips were replaced last summer Arthritis always aching…it hovers A sweet smell of God’s garden Blows against my home unnoticed One day my child… you too will be old If you are failing yourself ….Listen Forgive those who blame or doubt Simple advice from one….old and gray Do not destroy what empowers you~