Old Whitewashed Wall

Your bones and frame
Scarred and wrinkled with age,
Your hair, a few wisps of vine,
Your window frames
Eyesight darkened by strain
Where children once peeked out at morning
Watched rain fall  
Snowflakes tumbling
Daffodils blooming yellow in spring sunlight
Now your vision gone
Eyelids closed
Whitewashed wall.

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