She turned ninety years old today
Now at last for her I will pray,
As I think back at her life
As a child, a daughter, a sister, a mother and a wife….
Ninety years old
Memories to unfold,
Stories to be told
Wisdom, which is gold,
A lonely walk down the road.
Old hands to hold
Houses and belongings sold,
Remembrance of moths and mold
Everything is cold,
Actions still to uphold.
Clothes still to fold
Worries have tolled,
People still to scold
Tears uncontrolled,
When you're ninety years old.
Randy L. McClave
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