06 December 2010

At Ninety-Nine

At ninety-nine
her life's story looks back at you
through eyes
tinted by an ice-blue winter sky.

Her movements are measured
and dependent on strength
but her laugh is that of a woman
elegant and lithe.

The lines on her face
preach a catechism of survival
but her smile obliterates the years
and sends them cowering.

The woman she is
still the woman she was
is still learning to live
at ninety-nine.

[ For Aunt M. ]

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