An Old Woman Poem by Valsa George
An Old Woman
She leaned on her stick like the Tower of Pisa
Her bones, porous and brittle, might break any day
She is all alone, her husband dead and gone
Her only son, years before, shot down by a gun
Though sombre shadows now darken her path
Still there is a rare glow in her eyes
When she sees young lovers' hands clasp and fingers twine
She happily recalls the time when she was with him
She lived a life of love coloured in enduring tints
And on looking back, she has no cause for remorse
Though her spine is now bent and unable to straighten itself
Still there is a rare glow in her eyes
She often happily recounts her youth's glitter and glow
That takes her back to life's bygone splendour
She lived content, fulfilling her tasks as wife and mother
Now she is like a garment no longer fit to wear
And will soon be reaped by the scythe of fate
Still there is a rare glow in her eyes
Now that her days are numbered,
Before her, there is the sole image of a beauteous form;
The shining face of God waiting to receive her
This aged pilgrim focuses only on that goal in view
To the grave she quickly treads, never to return
And there is a rare glow in her eyes
Beautiful beautiful beautiful woman and poem! ! ! You put tears in my eyes with this heartfelt write. This is pure Valsa- -a caring and loving and sensitive and mature writing straight from the heart and soul of a beautiful woman. God bless you, dear. The world needs so many more like you. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Susan.... you have lifted me to giddy heights! When I saw an old lady who lost her son and husband in her early forties and still remaining happy, I was inspired to write about her. Now she is in her late eighties and she says she is waiting for God’s final call! Such people, especially those who have braved the storms of life with equanimity, greatly inspire me. Thank you once again for your lovely appraisal!
This is a beautiful photo of my beloved grandmother who passed away 7 years ago and who is dearly missed
The shining face of God waiting to receive her This aged pilgrim focuses only on that goal in view To the grave she quickly treads, never to return And there is a rare glow in her eyes.......fine concluding with nice expression. Beautiful poem,
The old women like a ship, withers through times storms, but remains indomitable, the recurring line in the brightness of her eyes, is interesting, no matter how physically depleted she has become, there still remains a persistent strength that keeps her going. Heartwarming poem Valsa, the elderly are looked down upon in our world but they should be respected for making it through. the old women reminds me of my grandmother, I wish her long life and peace.
Thank you Valsa George for recognising the rare glow in the old eyes. The glow of a dying lamp is bright, the bright rememberence of the begone days that lingers in the heart makes the glow. This glow can be seen in all old eyes irrespective of. (Hope you are not partial)
So beautiful! There is a rare glow in her eyes..... Love brightens each living moment even when its presence is invisible to our senses but floating somewhere in oblivion. I hope her glow shines upon our path. Thank you Valsa for such a positive outlook upon aging process.
Yes, love brightens every life and that sparkle will be seen reflected first on the face, especially in ones eyes. Thank you Savita for your insightful comment!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is with utmost humility and pleasure that I include this outstanding poem in MyPoemList. (An Old Woman by Valsa George)
Thank you Rajnish sir for your most beautiful comment! Also for the honor of including this poem of mine in your list of favorite poems!