Monday, October 31, 2016

An old woman

An old woman
I might just be one in a billion.
An old woman who spent her life
washing, cooking, cleaning
listening, watching, humming
mending tears in skin and clothing
soothing sore throat and broken hearts
But I once was
young and full of hope
believing and trusting in all I was taught
hiding the visions, hiding the premonitions
until they hid from me
Until in the time of life when shadows grow long
the knowing called yet again.
Turning my head, my hair now grey and thin
I see as never before
again I share, trusting and believing
the circle continues
by Libby Jones  2016

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