The Old Lady
An old lady sat in her rocking chair
Her face etched with lines but still very fair
Her eyes bear a twinkle and seem to say
I know all of life’s secrets for I have passed that way
She clings to her rosary beads murmuring her prayers
Her wedding ring though dulled with time, she still wears
Tears brim her eyes and she looks away
For loved one gone before her and sons gone astray
She looks out of the window as if waiting for some ones return
Gives out a sigh as her coffee cup she slowy churns
How many more summers and winters she thought would go by
As she watched the falling autumn leaves dry
I saw her gently go off to sleep, her rosary beads in her hand cleaved
The rocking chair rocking alone in the breeze
The old lady was no more…..
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2019
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