The Woman of Gray

A woman of grey in a hospital bed,

You can say, "I love you", but to her you're dead,

Someone she's forgot.

Sitting right there remembering brown hair,

and warm picnics in the breeze,

loving checkered cloth and watching the birds,

winters that make you freeze,

A woman of grey

sitting there all day

on her own planet

memories she'll grab at

The well worn chairs releasing scents of tears,

From times when people realized their fears,

Hearing murmurs of doctor speak,

Remember the days of the warm summer haze,

And playing around in the snow,

When mama still knew you,

And magic still threw you,

And you could watch her face glow,

A woman of grey,

Sitting there all day,

On her own planet,

Memories she'll grab at,

She fades more everyday,

Her memories call her away,

To a time and a place,

Where her heart could still race,

Where her feet could still pace,

Where she remember your face.