Age Like Wine

Her eyesights are bad
Her legs hurt her
Her backbone is no longer straight
She is old and fragile

Dear to my heart she is
Loving and caring she is
After the lost of a loved one
She dropped deeper and deeper

With elegance and beauty like a swan
She grew old by the time
Now with a forced smile
We might lose another loved one

I will love her 'till its the day
For she also loved and cared for me
I may not be the best of daughters
But all is in God's hands

_copyright of valerie djuhari_