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.