Age
Old woman, sit.
You're a cornerstone,
As gray as the marble vase.
Your hands are as gnarled
As the oldest trees.
There are furrows in your face.
But something shines from behind your eyes;
A soft and clear, unwavering light.
Something that declares your soul still young,
And still transcends the night.
Old woman,
Do you search the skies in dreams;
Dance across the meadows grass?
Do you hold your babies to your breast,
And still dream that love will last?
Old woman,
You've earned your rest.
Behind your eyes, I see your light.
Your mind retraces each graceful step,
As golden sunset illuminates your dance,
And your heart reaches for youth's rhapsody.
Copyright Chula Flemling May 22, 1986
Copyright © Chula Schlesinger-Fleming | Year Posted 2024
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