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…..