outside looking in,
dirty window
grandma in her rocker, quilt pulled up tight
eyes closed in meditation... maybe sleep
stories written upon her face
hurricane lamps casts a soft glow
dreams and memories of her mind
not sharp like they once were
memories drift...
youth, childhood, games played
laughter, tending a lamb
falling in love for the first time
her only time... a lifetime
bearing her children... each unique
each raised in love... dance
how she loved to dance...
that love passed on...
a smile flickers upon her face
thinking of times passed...
a giggle... a memory relived
a time forgotten remembered once more
time passages... baby, teen, woman,
mother, grandma... stories lived
stories told... grandma in her rocker
quilt pulled up tight, dirty window,
pale hurricane lamp light...
eyes shut tight, a smile crosses
her face, outside looking in