Romance and Musings

Silver-haired woman


She walked close by

checking her closely

she touched her hands

it was different unlike other skins she touched

the skin had so many wrinkles, yet soft

she loved to watch her move around

her silver hairs were her major attraction

she caressed the silver lines tenderly

she popped on the bed, to get a closer look

she was received with a smile

from the old face

she got down from the bed,

and played with her stick

talking to her endlessly for hours

yet she never knew that none of her words could reach her ears

she lingered around her, playing and smiling at her

she smiled at her glimpse

and enjoyed being her great-grandchild.