In the Wake
weathered with time
the old rocker sat on the porch
slightly creaking
she drew the blinds steadfast
as the storm approached
with every flash
she saw years of life
pass on by
as if a movie
playing
before her eyes
she felt the thunder
pounding
as it echoed
within her chest
she could feel
the chill of air
with every winded breath
as she closed her eyes
to the darkness of night
weathered with time
she lies still
in the wake
of her life
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2021
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