January 13, 2009
Granite eyes and a wrinkles face.

Her gray hair is as swift as lace.
A beautiful expression makes thought melt.

Who can sense all she’s felt?

A hard life, as thick as thieves.

The hope is all she ever sees.
Wonder is what she has kept inside.

To her heart she only abides.

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