Old Woman (Standing At The Sink)

old woman,
standing at the sink,
flannel shirt and panties....

washing dishes with knowing hands,
sunlight through the window dancing
on the strands of grey in her hair....

an old cat rubbing against her ankles....
bombs exploding, new world's emerging...
even the nails in the walls

whisper the coming change!
blackbirds carry the message of snow,
the old woodstove crackles and smokes....

somewhere they're painting banners
and buildings with freedom's song....
he sits motionless, brush in hand,

watching an old woman...
...standing at the sink!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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