PICTURE WORTH A THOUSAND WORD

In a room adorned with memories,
An aged woman sits, lost in reverie.
Upon the table, a scene so serene,
Lamp and candles cast a gentle sheen.

With hands cradling her chin so wise,
She gazes beyond, where the moonlight lies.
Bouquets of flowers, a fragrant grace,
Adorning the table, a tender embrace.

Petals scattered, a silent ballet,
On the floor, they quietly lay.
An alarm clock rests, time's silent song,
Its hands move not, where memories throng.

Beside her, a faithful companion in fur,
A loyal dog, in the stillness, demure.
With eyes that mirror tales untold,
As time ticks by, both young and old.

In the quiet darkness, a waiting tune,
As the full moon whispers tales of the moon.
She sits in solitude, a patient stare,
A love once promised, suspended in the air.

Through the window, the moon's soft glow,
A sentinel to the tales of long ago.
Each flickering candle tells a story,
Of moments shared in the realm of glory.

Yet shadows dance, and time unwinds,
A love lost in the echoes of her mind.
The flowers weep, the moon keeps track,
Of a heart that longs, but won't look back.