In the windowless room she laid. 

Distant gaze into blank wall
Her dark eyes spoke it all. 

Solitary tear appeared upon wrinkled face
Wiped away with trembling hand

Smileing she recollected

Walking to barn in darkness 
Milk pail clanging. 

Tripping over the cats
Persistently pestering. 

Asking if ever I listened 

To the silence of darkness
Before dawn
Ringing silently in ear.

Or the wind that whispers
The hay dry
In July

She smiled at the thought 

Of her daughter dancing 
Breathing the mountain air
Blowing through her hair

Through the hearts open window 
She gazed upon the Jackson county farm. 

For age could not contain 
Nor dementias cruel eraser remove
The young imprisoned spirit within   

Beckoning to be free