by Victoria Barker

They sit motionless
Pieces of their silver hair sparkle in the light
The gray bonnets are tied around their heads
As if to cover the painful memories that still ring clear in their minds
Occasionally the rocking chair squeaks, but neither one seems to notice
Nothing can break them from this trance
They are too busy remembering how great everything was
Horrific scenes race through their minds
It's hard to forget all the red flashing lights
On that rainy Christmas Eve
As the sun begins to set over the hill, they get up
It will be time for supper soon

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Poem Copyright 2007 by Victoria Barker


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