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She looks outside her window and sees the children play.
She watches as they run and squeal at the end of every day.
She longs to have those days again, but her body's frail and old,
so she sits beside the window, to keep her from the cold.

She recalls exactly how it felt, the excitement and the thrill,
of capturing the tattered flag and running down the hill,

and dashing after fireflies in the evening when they glow,
when life filled up the moments, and time went by so slow.

She sits alone in her rocking chair, closes her eyes and smiles,
and relaxes as she brings to mind the memories and miles.
Her heart begins to flutter as she starts to reminisce,
her eyes fill up with tender tears, she remembers her first kiss.

She runs her hand across a page of a scrapbook in her lap.
She recalls the boy that took her heart, he wore a baseball cap.
and the bluest eyes that twinkled when he laughed without a care,
they grew so close that when he left, it was more that she could bear.

What do you do when in your mind, your nothing but a child?
You awaken gentle memories and visit them awhile.
Your heart begins to swell and you long for yesterday,
and as you blink and clear your eyes, the clouds are blown away.

She's on the edge of leaving the world that she knows best.
She hugs the scrapbook tightly and tilts her head to rest.
She sees his blue eyes smiling, fondly in her sleep.
She takes his hand and holds her love...her heart ceases to beat.

She sits alone in her rocking chair...no longer asking why,
She leaves this world so gently, on the whisper of a sigh.
She joins him in the fields of green and laughs as their lips touch.
She's finally with her life time love, a love she missed so much.

Learn more about this author, Terry Aycock Ensign.
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