Her beauty is simple but rich.
Her age is a timeless stitch
and her form creaks with reveries.
She keeps each her memories
close within her heart’s place
but sets them out at night
for tomorrow’s eye needs insight;
a wrinkle for a new day to a familiar
face.
Her wooden floors speak and trace
of a grandchild’s first step
and a daughter’s wedding walk
down the stairway’s case
to hearth - where love is kept.
Her happiness radiates out;
Her contentment rooted deep about.
And at the table it says,
“House Happiness is Contentment”
Poem's reference
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