What is lurking behind the beauty,
That marauders of youth would love to steal?
No one is above the year's sanction
Nobody is entitled for exclusion.
The wrinkles around her enervating eyes
Speak about the laughters and tears in her years
The gray strands crowning that one beaut of a hair
Where deriding human eyes would dare to stare
The potency of youth that cluctched on
In dilemma she have called forth wisdom
Strength where have you gone?
The juvenile bustling rushing for freedom.
The once straight sturdy legs
Bowed and weak, ruffled and slow
Back arches and often aches
A pair of eyes devoid of glow.
But nonetheless, as rainbow fades
The glory dwindles and the beauty vanish
The ecstasy beyond the years of the wrinkled
Can sometimes be loud, mysterious and muffle
Yet overall, fulfillment dwells inside
Beyond the gray hair acuity and joy resides
No matter how wrinkled and frame becomes frail
Her prudence will be told like an old rousing tale
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PoesíaA daughter's love and tribute to her aging mother. A look back to the strength of a woman that gave all. A memoir to an incredible woman she once have depended upon.
