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
heart touching writings on the time though countable, yet, untouchable Being but touches it everything of this world and makes all expired
Yes, Time with its cruel hands snatches everyone or leaves visible marks on everyone! Thank you Mahtab!
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!
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12/5/2025 12:32:55 AM # 1.0.0
Whoever sees the glow in someone's eyes means that with emotions he sees the details. We are made up of a particle that sometimes brings us joy and sometimes sorrow. Great poem. I bow to you Poetess.
Thanks a lot dear poet! Yes, life is one of joy and sorrow ! Some rare people are gifted to see only the bright side of life and they remain happy!