Her hair is grey now

But her eyes are still blue

Every emotion is etched into her face

Her bones are aching

But she still moves with grace

 

She swaddles her wisdom

Around whoever might listen

Not all have time

But she does not mind

 

She knows she is there

For those who are searching

Her words have value

Weighed against time

 

She’s cried every ocean

Climbed every mountain

Stumbled and risen

She’s seen death

And birth

 

She is the crone

The matriarch

She’s wiped your arse

And made you laugh

 

She was at the helm

When you were just a quark

It was her that you called

When you cried in the dark

 

She is more than her hips

More than her lips

She is the fibre

From which you are made

 

She holds a beauty

Beyond compare

The years are her gift

With you she shared

 

So next time you see her

Take a moment to pause

Reflect on her presence

Stand back in awe

 

She will see you

And take time to care

She will be happy

To see you there. 

C.K.23.