She sits quietly in her rocking chair
The sounds of birds sing quietly outside
Memories of children, now all grown
And a loving husband who had to say good-bye
She watches the cracks in the walls
And plays with the dust on the window
She plays solitaire, over and over
And never quite seems to be able to win
Her arthritis is worse, and her eyes are weak
Her knees ache when she tries to stand
And her back won't hold her quite upright
The doctor can only say, "There's nothing I can do"
Eighty-six years is a long time to live
Enough for her to have had a good life
With plenty of happiness and lots of love
For her and everyone that was close to her
She remembers the day her mother passed away
Her father had died a few years before
She could never quite get over that morning
And she was always sad that she never said good-bye
She idly wonders what her children will think
When that same day will come for them, soon
"What will they say about me?" she wonders
Staring at the tree she planted when she was young
Now a strong, young tree, with plentiful fruit
She feels strong as well, and a little sad too
Time is running out, and she knows
She knows that what the doctor had said is true
And she could never quite get over that morning
And she was always sad that she never said good-bye
It's too late to say good-bye