She reminds me of a withered tree
Leathery and dry
Gone is the luster of a skin so fair
Diminished beyond repair
Her jet-black hair, shiny and vibrant
Turned snowy white
Fresh and sweet aroma of her youth
To a scent of an old rose
Her healthy frame lost its vigor
My ancient lady
So delicate… so fragile
Time awaits her
Yet, her eyes speak
Wisdom of the world
Her toothless mouth smiles
The joys of her past years.