A Wooden Rocking Chair Poem by Nicole GravellPellerino

A frail elderly women of one hundred and four
with a face full of wisdom lines
and head full of thinning silver and white hair
sits sad and lonely in her wooden rocking chair

They never come or call
her children she has out lived them all
memories of years gone by
serve as her only company

She was a beautiful and radiant soul
a strong willed woman of intelligence
with a life once do full
of love, happiness, family, and friends

But now her lonesome head hangs
in solitude
days, weeks, months, and years pass on by
as she sways in her wooden rocking chair

Tears roll down her wrinkled cheeks
as fond faded memories
she has led a good life
and wonders why she is still lingering here