The Rocking Chair

She gathers her thoughts as she rocks in the chair
And stares out the window into the thin air
Alone with the memories that dance in her mind
The old clock is ticking, devouring her time

Her past and her future collide in midair
She holds onto hope as she tries to prepare
With each rock back and forth, tears fall from her eyes
If only she'd known just how quickly time flies

Her spirit has broken no time for repair
She folds her hands tightly and whispers a prayer
The angels assemble and come to her side
While the rocking chair sings its last lullaby