Her face has aged to eighty
but her spirit’s still eighteen;
wrinkles may line her forehead
but the mind beneath is keen.
Her feet at times get weary;
her hands don’t always obey,
but in her heart she’s ready
to frolic the night away.
Published by Christine Goodnough
I'm a wife, mom & grandma, a writer, homemaker and nature lover at home on the Canadian prairies. I post short stories and poem about life and personal experiences, writing from a Christian perspective and adding a dash of humor where I can.
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