Abigail

Abigail walks through dusty halls

Filled with history and memories

She is frail, but firm in her steps

One last glance into her past

 

Here was a childhood

And there was a wedding

Children and adults now

Loss and lack and abundance and fear

 

She doesn’t know where she’s going

Her mind has turned cloudy

And the pieces don’t fit anymore

But she remains unruffled

 

Down the steps she tiptoes

To the car to whisk her away

She looks through a stream of tears

And says goodbye for the last time

 

© 2015 Valerie Hathaway

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s