Echoes

This is based on a lady I saw going through the airport a while back.


The youthful twinkle,
through rheumy eyes,
belies her hag’s body
that transports vibrant spirit
through dwindling days
of this long journey.

This same spirit broke hearts,
and caused her young men
hot and fevered dreams.
She walked with pride,
and the secure knowledge
of who she was
and what she could do.

Memories of birth, death,
tragedy and joy,
were behind her now,
and her eyes reflected
the person she once was,
and, to her,
would ever be.