There is wisdom in her
The way she surveyed the room sitting proudly in her seat
I knew that behind the gentleness in her smile there were years of hard learned lessons
There is wisdom in her eyes
The knowledge and the stories that she could drop
I would love to sit at her feet with my head on her knee as she speaks her story gently to me
There’s wisdom in her face
Not in the lines that crease it but in the regal way she walks into the room
The past and the present came with her
I saw the future in her too
There’s wisdom in her hands
They way she gracefully folds them in her lap,
I wonder how many babies those hands have gently caressed, how many braids have been platted with those graceful hands
I saw the past, the present
and the future in her too
There is wisdom in her.
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