Category : Poems

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I remember the hourglass
That once Sat 
On the living room mantel.
The Rocking Chair
On the front porch....
Now just a distant memory.
One door closing
Is another door opening.
Age is now creeping in.....
I've lived my life and tried to be
The daughter you saw in your past.
God is calling me home,
It's time to part....
I take a seat in the Rocking Chair
That sits on the front porch.
Sipping my tea
The sun sets....
Back to dust,
I depart this life.