The youthful twinkle,
through rheumy eyes,
belies the worn body
transporting vibrant spirit
through dwindling days
of
this
long
journey.
This same spirit broke hearts,
and caused her young men
hot and fevered dreams.
She had walked with pride,
and the secure knowledge
of who she was,
and of the power within her.
Memories of birth, death,
tragedy and joy,
were behind her now,
and her eyes reflected
the person she once was, and,
to her,
would
always
be.
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