Alone she sat quite happily, the chair a velvet green;
reviewing many memories, her heart remained serene.
She chose a piece of knitting from the basket by her seat;
stitched some love into a blanket for a kin she may not meet.
Her wrinkled hands more knotted from arthritis with each purl;
but she won't quit, she won't give in, this ninety something girl.
The strength that fills her aging heart comes not from years of rest,
it comes from her enduring times of trial, times of test.
She rises to greet company, now coming through her door;
each movement slow, one inch then two, across the carpet floor.
Once welcomed in they stay to chat, but never long enough.
It's this farewell to family, she finds so very tough.
Yet out the window she will wave, a smile on her face,
back in her chair of velvet green, with dignity in place.
Copyright © 2008 The Fourteener
July 12, 2008
Ninety Something Girl
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6 comments:
As I have a mother nearing 90, I find this incredibly beautiful and sad. Thank you.
My mother died 2 months ago, aged 89. Very, very poignant.
It gave me a picture of my Grandmother..nicely done I will be back..:))
Very nice reminded my of my grand mother, who passed away a short while ago she was 101.
A lovely piece but very sad. I thought of myself at that age and wondered ...
My grandmother passed away a number of years ago but the last thing she did was knit me a blanket to pass on to my children. This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing.
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