Much like passing seasons, mild crisp autumns greet cold winters as time silvered her once auburn hair, yet, within her caring gaze, that cheerful spark is often there.
Her hands once always busy, are now gentle and thin, her fingers have stiffened but, they still harbour strength deep within, and in a way, it is sublime, how they lifted, guided, and carried me over time.
I look at her tiny frame, as age mapped out the miles of her life-long journey around her knowing smile, and kind eyes. Some things never change, like her wise steely grey-blue eyes, reminding me of the sky when rain softly falls.