Old Woman

Old woman sitting there in her chair
Feeding the birds and enjoying fresh air
Goals, aspirations, and dreams all behind
The future a scary place in her mind

Hair of silver, coat of blue
A cane to walk with across grass-filled dew
Gentle hands busy feeding little birds
Work-worn fingers like the mind of a thousand words.

Old woman, born into a world of family and kin
Mother and father, brothers and sisters then,
And later a husband and children of her own
A storybook romance, a fulfilled life, her home.

Memories now, all sliding into the past
But oh how wonderful that the memories still last
When all else slides away into ashes and dust
When the dark shades of life carry us where it must.

Old woman still making the most of her aging days;
Lovely weather, nature’s sweet charm, warm sunshine rays.
Such gentle things now claim her thoughts
But after all, it is the fulfillment of all she has sought.

With gracious beauty still in her sweet old soul
With deep love still in her warm old heart,
With simple sacred joy of vast wonder and fate
She continues the breath of life as if it’s never too late.

© 2007 Jeanette Cooper