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Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
Slow-speaking when she had some fact to tell,
Silent with long-unbroken silences,
Centered in self yet not unpleased to please,
Gravely monotonous like a passing bell.
Mindful of drudging daily common things,
Patient at pastime, patient at her work,

Wearied perhaps but strenuous certainly.
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Susan Williams 22 December 2015

I cannot make my mind up- is this about a child growing up or a vibrant woman growing old? In some ways, I don't think it matters. There are huge changes in life and hopefully they are changing us into angels.

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