She had eyes that never aged
and was beautiful in ways
that would never fade
she told lullabies to dying stars
and collected their last tears
and mixed them with her own
she comforted the long lasting branches
that wept on every tree
as the seasons of life and death
saw every leaf grow and fall and fade
hers was the heart of kindness
and her hands the weavers of generosity
she knew far too much
about suffering and sickness
and all the heartache life had to offer
but she never cried once
over her own pains or misery
she had too much to do
and too many to care for
to not smile through
the horribleness of it all