A crowded room
Among 15 elderly women,
The only moving thing
Was the wind brushing through their hair.
I was pacing impatiently,
Like a forest
In which predators stalk their prey.
The floor craked beneath my feet.
It was a break from the eerie silence.
Young and old
Are one.
Grandparents, grandchildren and their family
Are one.
The olderest lady is dying.
The grim reaper must be coming.
The only moving thing
Was the wind brushing through their hair.
I was pacing impatiently,
Like a forest
In which predators stalk their prey.
The floor craked beneath my feet.
It was a break from the eerie silence.
Young and old
Are one.
Grandparents, grandchildren and their family
Are one.
The olderest lady is dying.
The grim reaper must be coming.