Her soul never changed
No matter how white her hair became
No matter how many wrinkles formed around her contagious smile and loving eyes
the woman who fed us, cared for us, and prayed for us
A mother figure
With a golden heart and a past of devastation
She shone through the darkest of clouds and the worst of storms
I never believed one day
She wouldn’t recognize me
15 years
I saw her every day for 15 years
The woman who defied every doctor's diagnosis, every time limit
Until age caught up to her
Tangled itself around her
like a plague, creating a harrowing shell
Of the wonderful woman, my nana used to be
Still, her soul never changed
No matter how many wrinkles formed around her contagious smile and loving eyes
jenna
About the Creator
jenna j
random little things from time to time :)
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