Bossy, intrepid, little
girl
All skinned knees and
unkempt pony tail
More afraid of being
afraid than getting things done
A thin, teenaged beauty
A sweet siren smile and
long, brown hair
Afraid she won’t have
time to do things, see things, go places
A career woman, a wife, a
mother
Youth a fading flower but
a full life spreads out before her
Afraid of losing hold of
her dreams
A grandmother wearing a
silver crown
Gone are the days she conquered
mountains and broke hearts
Her only fear – that of
being forgotten
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