The aging woman rocked in her chair
Her bright eyes had dulled
And her mind wondered now and then.
The wild gold mane, her pride, to soft grey hair did dwindle
By her side he sat, smiling gentle
So young he looked by her
Oh what a deseption he could host!
When all else fom her mind would fade
There he'd be, bright as day
Just the same as the day they first met.
Shall I digress?
Nine or ten when it happened
Maria, I believe was her name
She felt alone
And ran from home
On a cold winter night.
Only to fall through ice, and barley esape
Cold and tired, on she went
Till the last of her energy was spent
Thats where he found her
Curled up in the snow
No where to run
But to proud for going home
Maria could see but a glimps of him
As she was hoisted on to his shoulder
His touch was cold...but the night was colder
The next thing Maria knew, she was wraped in a warm blanket
Her clothes to dry on an old heater were set
Thats when Maria saw him, sitting by some crates
A hot thurma