The Old Lady In The Window Poem by Arti Chopra

she sat by the window.
looking out on to the land
fingers busy knitting
knitting slowly, with knotted hand

calm of face, withered skin,
snow white hair,
but a great peace within
no tumultous thoughts,
no recurring desires
only concern for her kith and kin

lifes travails showed up on her face,
wrinkled skin, like cobwebby lace
eyes watery but calm and content
living life gracefully,
her only intent.....

each wrinkle on her face
was a sorrow of life,
each little line, the suffering of a wife,
each shadow in her eyes,
was a dark time in her life,
but the unwavering gaze
told of a well conquered strife

no grief that showed deep in her eyes
no lasting bruises, from deceptions and lies,
no wavering gaze, no sneering of lips
only a calm acceptance of fate
that God only equips.

and love bountiful for the family she adored
soothing ruffled feathers,
tempers restored,
advice given so patiently and well
doubts and fears she managed to quell.

but who will wipe her long dried tears,
who will quell her doubts and fears,
who will give her love manifold
have we forgotten our helpless and old?

old age will come to each one,
dont forget......
if love we have given,
then love we will get,

do as you would be done by
and happy you will be,
blessings from the elderly
are the real blessings to me...
treat them with love
and lavish them with care
if happiness you have given then
only happiness you will bear