I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded

Author River Dixon
I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
I may smile at you But it stops there I don’t have much To give you Some words Nothing much at all There are spaces
So much dropped Along the way Dreams Too heavy to carry Weigh us down In every attempt To move forward Till one day We wake
One spark, of many To catch the kindling Barely smoldering I hold it In the palm of My hand Do I remember How to do
The clock rolls on, it’s 3 a.m. Wondering What am I doing here Through flickering light And another cigarette Alone, again I search for words
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,