Sunset

Poem By Sydney

Little old lady, frail and grey,
Waiting for the heavenly call,
Suffering now without complaint,
Always loved, admired by all. Remembering the cotton loom,
Two World Wars, winters chill,
Dear husband passed these many years.
Momentoes on the window sill. Grandchildren read Royal telegram.
To earthly cares no longer tied
With enigmatic smile and calm
Last night she died.

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