Faded Flannel Gown

Soft morning glow, a quiet hush around

Echoes of coffee cups, and a gentle sound

She was standing in the kitchen, in her faded flannel gown

Lost between the memories, she’s looking at the town

Faded sides of laughter, shadows on her face

Simple moments linger, time can’t quite erase

Silent stories whispered, in the folds of cloth and time

Hidden dreams still shimmer, in her weary, gentle eyes

Carry me back to yesterday, where the heart was free to roam

In her faded flannel gown, she’s carved a home out of her soul

Underneath the soft light, in her quiet, gentle way

She’s a story in the making, of a slow and tender day

Whispered secrets in the breeze, a season’s soft goodbye

Every stitch a memory, a tender lullaby

And the dawn breaks slowly, on her quiet, peaceful state

In her faded flannel gown, she’s color to the morning’s paint