Here so soon.
Years gone to who knows where…
Once I was there, fresh, new, hopeful,
today I am here, faded, expired with only the echo of a life once lived
Children grown, and long gone,
husband already on that journey.
My rocking chair creaks gently, piecing the silence.
Hands puffed, and wrinkled,
grey hair replaces black.
A million thoughts go through my head
Am I afraid…?
Is it a journey I will like…?
I know I can’t come back once I’m there.
Maybe I’ll see old friends – who knows!
Am I really that old?
My rocking chair whispers the worst
Am I ready…?
I calm my thoughts, close my eyes and wait for an answer…
Thanks for stopping by
Until next time, Sharon