Graceful Aging

What grace does lie upon your face Of lines that life has drawn. Your smile still lights up your eyes that reflects the beauty at dawn. The dimple upon your cherub cheek still speaks of the young girl Who's flame red hair is now gone silver yet frames your face in curls. Frailness robs your body of strength but not your will to live With all that you are in your heart you gave all that you could give Now bent and wheelchair bound you sit waiting for the phone Just wanting to here a familar voice To know your not forgotten and alone