Memories...
The old woman sat quietly in the ancient bentwood rocker.
Sunshine streamed through the large bay windows next to her…gently warming her
withered face. The light reflected from her soft, white hair, creating a halo
effect. Memories settling in…days gone by. The chair began to rock slowly as
her foot softly tapped the worn carpet…her empty arms recalling the softness of
baby blankets… a smile crept across her thin, pale lips. The memory tugged at
her heart…tears slipping silently from the crinkled corners of faded blue eyes.
Anniversaries, birthdays, vacations, road trips, holidays…all filled with
family, love, and laughter… crowded her thoughts. A small sigh of contentment
escaped her lips as the remembrance of a husband, lover, best friend, confidante,
and partner in crime…of 75 years moved across the stage of her mind.
