she sits silently in the room, no longer sporting those
whose lives have bent and turned down their very diff'rent ways
she calmly rests and proudly shows her oh, so well-worn bones
eased now from burdens of lengthened times and faded night-long days

she sits silently in the room, while mem'ries fade to gray
and little girls grow, having children of their own
her bones still creak and welcome those who've gone away
and love displayed is evident as it is warmly shown

she sits silently in the room; the din has turned to dusk
whose setting suns now shine their rays on memories and cheer

though now unsought and seldom used, her bones now fill with dust
awaiting those she loved and rocked and held so very near

proud bones still make the noises of those long since bygone times
if only she's remembered in more than tribute rhymes

sit strongly, sit silently, my gently motioned friend
and we'll keep you, for we must, until the very end