The Old Woman

I once knew a woman as old as the earth, As frail as the wind, and as warm as the sun. She taught me to remember that time has its worth. Afraid if she didn't, like her, I’d have none. Her hand was as frail as the breath of the wind as she clung like a child to the fountain of life. Her braid was her lifeline--so bare and so thinned, Her claim to contentment, born without strife. She must’ve been a dancer at an earlier point, The way she dances through my heart, my soul, and my mind, She wasn't scared to die, to disappear, or disappoint Because she knew her heart and mine were intertwined. Now she lives within me, an angel born of light. She's as pure as redemption, simple and plain. I miss her though I'm with her--she's my kryptonite. Her mem’ry is the blood that runs through my veins.