Helen

Rust creeps into her system,

Leaching out her identity in pieces and bits

This memory is lost, another creeps away

She can only hold one cup, trembling in her hands

 

Before you condemn her, listen

She taps into her heart and exposes her being

Her tenderness sits atop her gentleness

She does everything knowing she is blessed

 

She’s had a good run, lived through more than most

She’s stubbornly holding her head up high

They don’t pick on her, they know better

She expects them to treat her with respect

 

She looks out the window and smiles kindly

The angels and spirits are calling her

She tells them she will when she’s ready

But for now she will keep the rust

 

© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

 

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