Silvery witch hairs mingle with the whispers of rebellion.
Crowned with years wild and wise.
Defiance in every line.
I will not go quietly, I will not go today.
Lines and furrows map paths of sunshine and smiles.
A life etched deep, refusing to fade.
Eyes wide open, illuminated by life lived.
Hands that once orchestrated grace, now knotty pine.
Joy carved through laughter, softened by love.
Aging, a privilege not afforded to many–finds me here.
I will not go quietly, I will not go today.
Where life has been lived, light still remains.
About the Creator
T.L. McConaughy
Novelist, poet, and short-story writer. Weaving stories from the threads of extraordinary women.
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