A happy old lady

By Rhiannonw

Wed, 20 Sep 2017

5 comments

Her face, full of wrinkles,
quite suddenly crinkles,
her one good eye twinkles
in merriment;

from a life-time of gleaning
true wisdom’s rich meaning
her white crown is gleaming:
she’s cherished.

[IP: wrinkles]

Permalink Submitted by airyfairy on Wed, 2017-09-20 15:30

What a beautiful take on the IP! That final line is the best any of us can hope for.

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Wed, 2017-09-20 15:39

Yes, indeed. Thanks, Rhiannon

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2017-09-20 15:51

Your poem said it all and is such a nice thought for the IP.

Jenny.

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Wed, 2017-09-20 16:41

Thank you, Jenny. It is lovely whenever you meet a lady like this! Rhiannon

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2017-09-20 15:51

Your poem said it all and is such a nice thought for the IP.

Jenny.