Her Time to Dance

by

Sunnyone

The old woman sits at the table alone...
She looks around at all the things they gathered,
to make this house their home...
She looks back on their marriage,
like a stranger peeking in on someone else's life..
She's been many things: a daughter, a mother,
a woman, and....oh, yes....a wife......

Her children have all left her to herself...
But she still dusts the pictures,
That look back from that old shelf...
The children never visit or write,
it's like somehow they don't exist at all...
But in her memory, she sees them as her babies,
it doesn't seem that long ago they were small......

The old woman sits there in silence...
She sees his face and wonders why he was taken away...
Many years have gone since then,
but he is still her love today...
She knows somewhere in time they'll meet again..
and that puts a young girl's smile on her face..
She's not afraid...
For whatever life may hold in store,
She'll meet it,
with her own particular kind of grace......

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The old Stream That Rises In The Foothills
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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