an evening star sleeps gently
the woman full of years.
all regrets, pains, heartaches, struggles
still.
all joys, triumphs, successes, loves,
quiet.
the lost years are left behind-
she doesn't wonder what a grandson will write.
as gathering clouds embrace an evening star,
the woman full of years sleeps gently.
sleeps gently
the woman full of years.
© (1997—Tulsa, OK)
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