Challenging the Moon for her beauty / by Zander Ford

Old woman died yesterday

Her silver hair done up in a bun

So pretty she was

Remembering her youth

Radiant and glorious

She looked back

At her time

Well squandered

Making forts in the forrest

Playing with friends

Singing to her babies

And then her baby’s babies

Playing ring around

She smiled ear to precious ear

An upward curve challenging the moon

For its beauty

She rests now

With that same smile

Drawn lovingly across her time-crafted face

In her final strong breaths

She gracefully remembered

Her golden life

Lovingly

And what is it to remember

She said

But to see the spring flowers

In my rose garden

Bloom

All year round