And there she was, her long gray hair neatly brushed to the sides, holding her wooden cane. There she stood waiting, here eyes fixed on the door. Waiting, silently waiting for the love that would never come.
And there she was, her long gray hair neatly brushed to the sides, holding her wooden cane. There she stood waiting, here eyes fixed on the door. Waiting, silently waiting for the love that would never come.