Gloria Jamrozy Poet Pantoum

The Old Lady...

The old lady sIted on that chair, showed me once…
…How the sun shines and rises every day,
…How sometimes   clouds may be also on its way
Learn by heart the old days
 When I see……when I see, 
…the old lady sIted on that chair

SIted on that chair… the old lady  cries at times
…Perceiving maybe that her days are gone  
 Lecture of  life… hard to rise above or understand
When I see… when I see,
…the old lady sIted on that chair

The old lady sIted on that chair, in sweet smile
…reminiscences coming up to bright her sunlight hours
Peaceful in mind my heart embrace that flash
When I see..,  when I see,
…the old lady sIted on that chair

Peaceful in mind…the memories are there
As blooming flowers like the ones she grew
Beautiful gardens surrounds me, but with pain
When I see… when I see,
…the old lady sIted on that chair


I know one day… I might see the chair unfilled
…Nobody there, just the lovely old lady’s energy
 And I’ll be acquainted with…her saying…

“How the sun shines and rises every day
How  sometimes clouds may be also on its way”

When I  might not see… might not  see
…The old lady sIted on that chair … my  Mom.

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