The last fairy tale

Posted: August 10, 2010 in Poetry

Withering moments clasp tightly
Into frail grips of an old bed sheet
Through a crack in a blurry windowpane
Silver rays come simmering
Dust particles dancing to the dying breath
Her grey shreds of hair
Speckled snowflakes in a frosty morning
A rosary, a dog-eared prayer book
Strewn by the pillow
A vase of wilted rose on the desk nearby
A silent gasp of air

Her granddaughter waits
To listen to the last fairy tale


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