All alone you sit in a room,
Held to the ticking of a clock,
Memories paraded.
Sunlight strikes the dust.
Downstairs, children call and mew;
Life is faded.
A lone fly marks time,
The years begin their dance again,
Your foot moves.
Sunshine and smiles burst in upon your life
Behind the impassive face,
As each memory receives a warm embrace.
This is a poem about an old woman stuck in a room with her memories
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home". Buy the book here
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