Window Lady

She sits by the window
Pink robe
Peers at the rain drops
Like tears down someone's face
Another year and the shadows
grow beneath her eyes

Nurses hurry
strawberry ice cream and TV
Glazed stares
as evening stars
and years pass
Sometimes there is her daughter's hand
Blue business suit
and cell phone
chocolate candy tastes good
Her voice sounds underwater

Somewhere in the back of her mind
people are dancing on
black and white linoleum
Jazz plays and cigarettes are smoked
Love is intoxicating
Laughter deep
No way to tell them
No way to keep up her home
or pet the dog
or plant hyacinths in the garden
No more spring baskets or snow covered trees
Just the window
Seasons turn
Shadows grow beneath her eyes