a lazy winter morning
a quilt lying aside
sleepy eyes trying to look
what the day has in store
old album on the bed
memories fading in and out
age has taken over
things difficult to remember
a bird chirping somewhere
a story to tell
may be of some sagas untold
or some unknown song of some distant place
a stick by the bed
a feeble hand hold it tight
careful steps followed
fond thoughts creep in
a lazy winter morning
a wooden chair rocking
eyes expecting something
may be news from the "HAPPY ISLE"
