Rocking Her Home
The nursing staff keep watch down shadowed halls,
Where faint scents of lavender fill the air,
Vague memories are nigh as darkness falls.
She sits, unaware, in her rocking chair.
Does she remember lilacs in the spring,
Or buttercups dusting the hills of green.
Small joys she loved before kismet's sting,
That scarred the future: its venom obscene.
Assemble now the shades of many yields,
Colour in random hues of winsome days,
Will she find in receding sunset fields,
shades of yesterday in tomorrow grays.
There's a calmness that rises from the chill,
It's colourless and it's silent--it's still.
The WORD PAINTING Challenge with mariannajo (Marianna Jo).
There’s a thin slice of happy that shines near the moon,
some call it heaven.
Its a faraway wonder that glows like a diamond,
many call it home.
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