The child in the old woman <br />Lurks very near the skin; <br />Though buried by long years of care, <br />She’ll surface once again. <br /> <br />She shows her face quite shyly, <br />With a wondering sort of smile; <br />Her emotions near and vibrant, <br />For she hasn’t any guile. <br /> <br />The child in the old woman <br />Be careful, not to wound- <br />Her days and hours are precious; <br />She’s leaving all too soon. <br /> <br />You’ll see the child she once was, <br />In the vagaries of living; <br />And far from becoming selfish, <br />Her days are filled with giving. <br /> <br />There’s a beauty in an old face, <br />That’s lacking in the young, <br />As she contemplates a journey, <br />That she hasn’t yet begun. <br /> <br />The child in the old woman <br />Is much wiser than she seems, <br />For she celebrates in vision <br />What we’d only view as dreams. <br /> <br />She hails a new tomorrow, <br />Past dimensions we can’t see, <br />And prepares for a new reality- <br />One where she is finally free. <br /> <br />The child in the old woman <br />Smiles at secrets we can’t know- <br />But the biggest one of all- <br />Inside she never did grow old.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-child-in-the-old-woman/
