Elderly Lady in the Rocking Chair

An old woman sat upon her rocking chair
on a warm autumn afternoon
The world was as gold
Hue of an orange
Shadows from the trees stretched across the land

And the old woman sat softly, knitting at her hand
Her hair was white, her eyes of blue
Her face was ancient, and told of times less certain
But her blue eyes twinkled in the setting sky in a memory brought anew

Her memories are faint, as faint as the daytime moon
But her heart is ever loving, for her son and her groom
She hears the whisper, from afar, the loving words of John
She feels the breath upon her neck, the breathing of her son
She remembers the good
She remembers the bad
She remembers the time she ever laughed
She remembers the times she cried

She noticed her knitting is nearly done
She feels her job complete
She thanks the Lord for everyday
For the smiles
For the love
For the care

She whispers her thanks to Jesus Christ
and Rises to her feet

 

James Matthews