Monday, December 10, 2018

The Matriarch


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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