She stood in front of the mirror.
The wrinkles on her face are like creases on a rag.
Her eyes, dimming by age.

She stared in the mirror,
in disbelief, she placed her hand on a cheek.
She couldn't believe what she saw.
For quite some time she was working ******* the fields, in the house, by the children, cooking meals that she had no time to check on herself.

Once again, she looked in the mirror, her eyes slowly going blind,
she smiled. " Even after all these years, I still looked pretty."

A withering blossom, sitting by the ocean.
Swaying to the soothing winds.