The salt within her tears, stings deep her ageing cheeks
Her eyes canvas sorrow and bitter cold, is the wind outside
An open fire, slaves heat and orchestrates peace
Her ears note the snap of burnt wood on ceramic brick
Reciting a prayer, fear remains un-swallowed in her fragile throat
She's been scared before, but before, noted a thick wax of paranoia
This is new, an increased swelling, that bruises her narrow future
The hands of existence which usually tick freely
Are frozen and express rust with apprehension
The flickering shadow is the unwelcome dance of death
And consumption is the toll, a heart beat in rhythm must cease
One last glance at the precious silver framed photographs
Black and white memories she knows will host eternal dreams
Then a warm breeze delivered by a distant yet caring God
Extinguishes her faint candle, limp her eyelids close
She must climb an unlit staircase and take her place in rest
No longer is it winter outside, a duvet of love awaits
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