The Old Lady Poem by recky maibram

Time she spends without a pause,
Half sleep, half food, a silent cause,
A gentle smile, a fleeting gleam,
She works like an endless stream.


Like a machine with tireless might,
Resting briefly between the night,
Her arms bear the weight alone,
Carrying dreams she's never known.


Her sacrifice, a quiet grace,
To build a life in this hurried race,
For a world that needs her steady hand,
She gives her all — a sacred stand.


Though burdens weigh and taste is gone,
Her smile whispers, soft and strong,
"I'm a living God, " it seems to say,
In her sacrifice, she finds her way.