~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~
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008
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