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