Twirling Beads

Wrapped up & seated in her easy chair
The elderly lady looked comfortable
As she twirled each bead of her rosary
Mumbling what sounded like a prayer
By the time she reached the tenth bead
She had forgotten how to go further
Her granddaughter took over from there
The string of prayers continued until
She fell asleep on her chair never to
Awaken again, the end was so peaceful
She had been a religious woman in life
And died too with a prayer on her lips