Joanne

I see your wrinkles,
liver spots, crows feet, and blue veins.
I see your hand trembling, weakness, hear your voice tremor
and I see fear in your eyes, vitality losing strength.

I see your wisdom,
years of failure, struggle, mixed with success.
I see your paintings and books lying around,
and I see the fragility, the beauty of life.

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4 comments:

  1. Actually I was looking back at a deceased grandmother and what I learned from her in the last days of her life.

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