waiting on death

Lady in Waiting'

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Just a thought!

Old Lady Fare, masked in wrinkles, greying hair

A bonnet to ward off the chill

She rocks a slow pace, while the lines in her face,

Show time has eroded her will

She knits by the fire, hands lacking desire

Her fingers, all brittle and sore

Bones aching, hands shaking, just waiting out time...

Till the day... the chair rocks no more'


by Barry Anderson


                    

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Taking in a view of Whistlers Mother"

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