A Bittersweet Tale  

 

Scarred and calloused hands, 

Not quite seen, unacknowledged, 

silver hair hung forward, obscuring her face. 

 

crabbed and ruined, 

skin fragile and ruptured, 

from shoes worn too long. 

 

touched with ancient ways, 

her echoes faint and whispered. 

as she tells a bittersweet tale.