Grandmother
Time has turned her hair into gray
Hardships of life her wrinkles do say.
Hands that cooked for hundreds are frail
Feet that seldom rested now ail.
Age has deprived her sharp eyesight
Recurring seasons have altered her plight.
Yet she continues to mature and blossom
That’s why we rely on her words of wisdom.
Senility has languished her body and face
But granny has aged with admirable grace.
-----------------Renuka Krishnaraja---------
Copyright © Renuka Krishnaraja | Year Posted 2015
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