Mrs J.

Through a window
hidden in ivies
the world seemed to stand
Through the window
I saw my land
my past my future
my helping hand.
Through this window
came the silence
broken by the wind
came and took my dignity
my past, my present and my will
I no longer exist
behind this window
I am the window
I am the ivy
the silence
and the wind
I am still..
as still as 96 years can ever be..