The Lady

    The great, old lady sits on a chaise is a drawing room in a manse that sits high on a hill.  She is looking out the window, but does not see the view.  She is lost in remeberance of days long gone. 

    Her hair is pure white. Her hands are lined and spotted with age. The eyes that so long ago beheld the wonders of the world are clouded and dull.  The skin that once had a sheen of sunlight now was sagging and wrinkled.  So sorry a sight she seems to us, but don't count her out just yet.

    Just when we think she is lost in her dreams and that she will not come out around, she stirs and looks at us and recognition slowly comes.  She becons us to her side. We go over and sit next to her on the highback, push chair.