YOUNG AT HEART

Slowly she walks,
Her hair let down,
In the morning sun,
Wearing her old gown.

She walks to the garden,
Barefooted on the grass,
She looks inside the house,
Sunlight invading the glass.

The flowers in the garden,
Remind her of her youth,
She still feels sixteen,
For her how she feels is the truth.

Getting old is a concept,
She never settles for,
Her enthusiasm for life,
Keeps her coming back for more.

She tells her grandchildren,
Stories to inspire,
She tells them to do what they love,
To make them never want to retire.

She has not stopped dreaming,
And with her pair of glasses on,
Still reads to learn and know,
To find what she has a chance upon.

The mornings make her smile,
Make her ponder everyday,
From who she was to who she is,
And bring her closer to life with each passing day.