Australian Sonnet
-end of the story-
An old woman sits in the rocking chair and smokes a pipe,
For silence and smoke will be the only things to fill the room.
“Hello there, young one, you want another story, I assume?”
Patting her knee, for she tells her stories only when time is ripe.
The little child nods and sits upon her knee, eager ears ready,
As the old woman’s lips tap at the wooden pipe once more.
“I’m glad you’ve returned, so I shall tell you a time of before.”
The child smiles as she begins her tale, her voice steady.
What a grand person the old woman was, telling such a tale,
Words flowing from her lips as if they were the sweetest honey,
The child drinking it eagerly, as if it was worth more than money.
Time passes once more as the story takes the child without fail.
When the old woman sees the child asleep once more,
The old woman closes her eyes, her pipe falling to the floor.