Are you all right?

you unanswering sat, beside the window facing west,
the crimson disappearing over that hill, you and my father walked, 50
years, oh so many years ago, rocking back and forth,
a wise thoughtful expression painted by years on an aged face,
wistfully awaiting the exact words the right tense, the perfect time,
to sway, rock back, then turn to me, as the sun disappeared, I  saw on that hill out the window my father waiting.
You smiled, looked at me, grabbed my hand, squeezed it , so tight.
Said yes,
I felt you go to be with Dad.