She sat
So silently
In her wooden rocking chair
Staring out the window
Without a single care
An elderly woman
Who lived many days
Lived a quiet life
With her own special ways
She sat by the window
Looking out at the sky
Treasuring every moment
As time crawled by
People came to visit
But their voices weren’t heard
She just pointed out the window
Without saying a single word
One day they found her
Dead in the chair
With the window wide open
And the breeze in her hair
They found a letter
Written with her last bit of strength
Describing her happy life
A life of great length
It described the great day
Of the old lady’s birth
It described the children
She brought into this earth
It described a busy life
That let time slip by
It described a promise to herself
Made before she died
She promised she would
Live for the simple things that happen each day
From the moment
Her hair went from brown to gray
She lived out the promise
In her wooden rocking chair
Sitting by the open window
With the breeze in her hair
© Kimberly Dawn McInerney |
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