This is the parallel follow-up to the post I placed earlier called the chair.
The Sink Window
The old woman stands and leans at the sink
Staring through windows to look and to think
Her faltering steps on knees filled with pain
Eyes longingly stare down long lonely lane
Wrinkles line her face age spots back her hands
She wearies quickly from daily demands
When no one is seen she turns shakes her head
Closing the curtains she shuffles to bed
The old woman wakes and on the sink leans
Now withered and bent face lined with ravines
Puckered toothless lips sag into a frown
Her youth’s flown away and her clock winds down
The curtains are closed and stray breezes sigh
The windows are dark the sink remains dry.