Beloved…
She looked at me with salt worn eyes
Tears of a thousand years
Her pain I could not imagine
Her years are old, she has lived too long
Old memories haunt her days, her nights
A plait crowns her beautiful grey hair
Her hand small and gentle, touch my face
Her smile almost invisible, too hard
Her pain holds it at bay, yet I remember
that her smile lit her eyes like night stars
She will forever be my beloved Oma…
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