My Nauni

come closer the old woman whispered.
i'd like to see you better.
she is old and grey with wrinkles, full of dust and old
                                       worn out dreams.
prunish fingers that were once young and beautiful
reach out for my arm and i can't help but wonder
how the years have taken their course.
what age has made this once beautifully graceful being with
the withered narrow mind and half shut eyes
of many a vision.
old remedies for the sick, wash basins, a dozen children,
i could almost find it on her tired, slumping body
written in scars and worry wrinkles.
what was long ago a live, jumping, constantly moving
feminine body of youth herself,
now had died down to a very slow woman of age and wisdom.
but what fascinated me so was that
with all the age she could almost fall beneath,
there was still a great amount of beauty in her soft skin
and wonderfully gentle voice of song.
a woman almost too great to humble yourself to.
still, i felt i must bow to her
and her great fortune of time.