Old Woman By the Shore

Whispers in her corridor voices heard Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas She swings open her door to let the light shine in Gone our the days we used to frolic in the haze Stone walkways through the ivy hedge She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul Talk of the town that was until she fell ill Deep within thought she begins to ponder her past ~ Reflections come to those who choose Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away Then one day a knock came at her door Lest that she implore some other way Behind the door stood a tall man Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp ~ Her first impression was to send the man to camp For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp Old woman by the shore Give life time we never know what's around the corner In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man His sad face had an unfashionable embrace A long trace and a thoughtful warm trace A closer look and she soon realizes For it was none other then her own flesh & blood Brown eyes just like her own With many questions that she once heard ~ A plot of land brought back his memory A mark on the tree would set the story free After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp Happy as a lark her face looked straight to the ocean The reunion with her son Was a heaven sent magic potion Through sullen asps with briars in rhetoric décor A morning has broken and the light came flowing With shadows torn in darkened circumstances Heavenly father is a God of second chances !