dipping back and forth
in a constant rhythm.
staring out into the sun
her mind is nowhere near
her eyes in a vacant stare
as she reminisces.
so many events in her life
that imprinted deeply in her heart
remembering the happy days
as well as every regret
every chance she never took.
she remembers the lovers of her youth
the passion for life she once had
vibrant and young
not this frail little old lady
she had become.
the years had been kind to her
for the most part
always having the bad fruit
every once in awhile.
now she sits and stares
with deep crows feet around her eyes
the evidence of past joy.
she walks on down memory lane
a path she loved to trail
for many hours on end.
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