Age had made her young.
The laughter lines around her mouth
she was friends with her wisdom.
Once a woman who counted her blessings,
she counted to a vast number
and then gave up counting.
There was no sadness in the eyes
moist as they looked upon her granddaughter,
a child who, impatient in many ways,
knew not to ask her grandmother for advice,
but to trust in her storied wisdom.
Her grandmother's stories wove
beauty into the child's eyes.