Old lady I know you !
You used to have black hair
And smooth skin so fair
And brown eyes that sparkled
With wit that could scare

You Spoke with assurance
Walked with a skip
Hiked mountains and valleys
Ski’d icy Norse drifts

Reared trio of Bright Sparks
Tackled problems galore
Knew deepening rich faith
Which grew evermore

And now hair is silver
Brown eyes are now dimmed
Wrinkles crease fair skin
And lips are now thinned

A cane helps to steady
Frail frame that might fall
And as for the Bright Sparks
No sign of them t’all

But Faith is now stronger
And memoirs on web
Recalls many blessings
When all done and said !