Portrait Of An Old Woman
by Vito del Valle
Her weathered lines are beautiful,
Like sunshine mixed with gold.
Her silver hair is soft as silk.
Subtle voice compared to mother's milk.
Her elder eyes shine through the night,
Like cloudless skies when the stars shine bright.
A loving cool touch to ease the pain,
Refreshing as much as a summer rain.
Note: On prompt. Not about anyone in particular. I like old ladies, at least the nice ones. Tried to use internal rhymes in the exercise, came out ok, could have been better. Poem #113 for the year.
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