I'm not a diamond with beautiful eyes
the color of blue with thick lashes.
My skin wrinkled from many years
of walking and working in the garden.
I don't fly like the eagles any more
but just walk slowly with a cane.
My words are forgetful and often
leave me when I need them most.
But my heart still sings like the birds
and my thoughts are like gravel that
twists and turns pouring out an idea
every minute. I can't run any more but,
I'll fly one day into the heavens to sit
with the angels and glow with the stars.