My grandmother, Myrtle Etgen, with her sister, Maudie Witherspoon, both women yielding softly to aging. Both gracefully lived 100 years.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gray hair whispers secrets to the wind. Each strand remembers storms weathered— how roots hold deeper with time. Lines map the face like rivers carving truth through softest stone. Patience flows where youth rushed blindly— still pools. Hands tremble not from weakness, no— they measure weight of moments held lightly. Old eyes see clearer in dusk. Regret? Folded like letters in a drawer. Wisdom keeps them unread, yet knows each crease by heart— peace blooms. The oak stands tall not by force, but knowing when to bend. Age teaches this: strength lives in yielding— soft ground.
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