Her gnarled limbs have seen her through difficult times.
The sun has shown down on this one longer than most.
It never occurred to her that she’d live this long.
She seems unable to give, but looks are deceiving,
The world dismisses her with narrowed eyes,
What can you possibly offer now, old woman?
Undeterred, she smiles toward the sky.
Planted firmly in the foundation of her youth,
she knows her worth.
This is the one I love the most.
I lean in and press my face next to hers, soft and crinkly.
Her worth is clear, she smells like Jesus.