A Tribute To Anne
At 96 she looks at you, with a mischievous smile that shines
Her hair is well groomed and her eyes still twinkle
Time and the sun have lined her well loved face
But her mind is alert, and filled with wisdom and curiosity
Her laughter fills the room, a girlish giggle can often be heard
The television blazes, the sound gently muted to her ears
Questions are asked, and wise words of wisdom given
She listens to all that is said, and has such interest in life
Dinner for two is prepared with walker close at hand
Microwaves not foreign, but regarded as a necessary thing
Food is simple but expertly prepared with experienced hands
She lives alone, but daily is touched by so many lives
Adored by neighbours, and so loved by attentive family
Aches and pains riddle her delicate frame, shoulders are shrugged
“That’s life!” she says “one has to get on with things doesn’t one!”
At times a paint brush is till used, a talent oblivious to time
Cricket and tennis always watched and cheered with patriotic pride
A good book so enjoyed, the companion constantly by her side
Pain pills are eventually discarded, as they dull the active brain
A glass of wine enjoyed, only 9% when taken from the cask
This dear sweet lady embraces each day with outstretched arms
She is my friend, my Dad’s last love, and an inspiration to all
Putting others to shame, she wears the years with graceful dignity
And with a joy of life at 96 years of age that is extraordinary.
Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2011
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