Dedicated to the lady who inspires me to be brave…
She sat by the window in her rocking chair
With holy beads in her hand and frizy curly hair.
I went up to her and covered her in my arms,
And knowing all about her day went for a walk around.
She said she wanted to join and go roundabout,
‘I may not be around always’ was her constant doubt
We had a walk and laughed all the way,
She said she will miss me at the dawn of the day.
I told her I wouldn’t let her go ever from my life,
But little did I know she was right on point.
The next morning I woke up and went to her room,
She lay all still peaceful and calm in her favourite constume.
I am sure she is out there looking at me,
Happy that I am as brave as she would be.
I just miss her every now and then,
And wish could see her once again.