Sundays

I lived to be an old woman, and how I could tell of the changes I've seen. i stood upon a mountain of my most precious years, as they formed as jewels at my feet. I looked down into the valleys to the places I had began, which made clear how far I had come. I could see all the rivers my tears had long but formed as deep channels with no plan. I was the one however to lead those that needed strength of heart. I often wonder upon the distance between the age of an old woman and rest, I believe it will be the largest of any change that I have seen