She sits by her window looking down at the street below

When did she get here when did she get so old

Remembering her past and her younger days

Remembering her adventures and her crazy ways

Not to long ago she was as spry and agile as a kid

Now just memories of her love and the fun things she did

Running through the woods jumping into the lake

She always gave more than she would take

Loving with all her heart crying with all her tears

Living life to the fullest showing no fears

Her hearing is gone and she can barely see

This is not who she imagined she would grow old to be

Staring out her window at the street below

Watching her flowers waiting for them to grow

Hoping that today is the day someone knocks on her door

It is a special day someone will drop by for sure

Maybe family or a special friend

Sadly, her visitors are only imagine their visits only pretend