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A breeze did slide in under eaves
and stirred inside the air that grieves,
my children grown  my dreams have flown,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

My chair in front of window bare,
I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere.
Beneath my feet the floorboards moan,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

Each day I rock the same tic tock
and change not from my sleeping frock.
Once soft my face now turned a crone,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

The length of cobwebs measure time
they speak no secret  sing no rhyme,
but air that’s stirred does tend to drone…
alone, I sit my rocking throne.

I pray to rock myself to sleep
as old-age-chains do rust with weep.
These tears from seeds of sorrows sown,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

The run of beads and crucifix 
will not unfix life’s mix of tricks.
A rosary my rope and stone,
alone... I sit my rocking throne.

Of God I beg relief from grief,
unbind my mind from mortal sheaf.
This plea endures like sun bleached bone—
alone I sit my rocking throne.

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