7-6 Old to Old

Inspired by my great grandma, Mildred Richardson, who lives in Castle Hayne NC as I visited her yearly as a kid. She loved her spit tobacco! and constantly knitted on metal coat hangers differed colored yarn, some that I still have and use.

 

Ode to Old

 

When you can see beauty

In an old woman’s face:

Beneath graying hair,

Of youth Time left no trace;

 

Her jowls hang like figs

And eyes have cloudy hue.

With bony hands, she knits;

Her veins pulse richest blue.

 

I once sat on her knee

And rode in rocking chair,

Watching her antique face,

Fixed in museum air.

 

When you can see beauty

In an old woman’s face,

Lovelier than that Grecian urn:

Your eyes kiss her cheeks through grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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