The room has a carpet in two shades of green,
Its a place to be more,
much more, than is seen
Crystal splinters like glass light up hazel eyes.
Granny listens intently
to those seeming wise.
The room has one window, a rural scene.
Seasons constantly change,
like a slow motion screen.
She lives on her own but companions are near
they wander through daily
they chase away fear.
Her room has no door, not one she has noticed
just how they come in,
she has not the remotest
but people walk through at a leisurely pace
Everyone known to her
each precious face.
She dreams of her home on the outskirts of town,
A bridegroom. a grass stain,
on her new bridal gown.
Now her feet rest content on two shades of green
Chair facing the window
the slow motion screen.
copyright © Roan Feb.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem