Thank you to K.L. Caley from new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is beauty, something or someone beautiful. I’m reposting a poem I wrote for my Great-Godmother. She is a special person to me and doing well past her mid-nineties in age.
There is beauty in your wrinkles,
A deep timely beauty, that took experience to make.
You are more than classic; you are infinitely lovely and gorgeouse.
No twenty-two year old in all her youthful vigor is so pretty,
That she can have more knowledge than your reflective eyes.
Or more inspiration then your smiles give,
More thoughts racing through her mind, of a life both hard and incredible.
Your beauty is eternal, a flame that won’t die out.
You shall carry it to heaven with you because you loved a child in a manger and your faith made your life well.
You are more exotic and enchanting then any woman in the land;
You are the light of home to many.
When your presence fades there shall be a void felt by all those who loved your luminescence;
A beauty which was internal and spread to your warm skin.
A beauty that inhabits everyone of your loved ones and friends.
You are simply marvellous, a dame that no one can compare with.
You had husbands, boyfriends, and partners with which you shared your life and your beauty with delight.
You out-lived them all with your smile and a bounce in your step.
Your wrinkles are truly beautiful because they tell your story.
A story growing up on a farm, a story of loss, a house in the city, a story of love, and fond memories.
And through it all shone your pretty face.
Those bright eyes and your laughing mouth; your wonderful hugs, good wishes —
And your many roles throughout your life.
Beauty lies in everything those roles made you; you were unstoppable.
In your stylish shoes and upbeat attitude.
You are lovely, and will always be to me a Grandma, a Great-Godmother, and a friend.
Such wisdom you hold, your wisdom you cooked into pies, soups, trifles, lasagna;
Your hospitality made you beautiful.
You are the rarest rose in the garden;
Loved by so many and so many you have met.
This is why I say your wrinkles make you beautiful,
For you are incredible, a gem in a pile of fakes.
A fantastic woman and every year as you age your beauty is much deeper.
Your wrinkles make you beautiful.
Let no one say otherwise —
For one day I want wrinkles too,
For I wish to be beautiful as you.
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