The Quiet Life

She is nothing more than

she claims to be;

there is only ever the

rocking chair, the knitting,

and the folding of clothes.

She turns to me now,

an aged woman,

and smiles a toothless

smile, saying

What more is there?

Everything.

Everything.

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