The Old Lady Poem by Holly Moon

The old lady is sitting in her armchair
By the window in the attic of the old house
Going over old memories
I watch her with interest
Wonder about her past
What she went through,
what secrets she holds
I'm sure she has secrets no-one knows
I wonder if she holds memories of friends and lovers
Interesting to find out
I ask her what's on her mind
Try as I might she holds her secrets close
Finally she says a few words
But she whispers them softly,
Too softly for me to hear
Secrets of old, stories untold
But they're too soft to be heard.