woven from threads
from the gray hairs
on her silver head
from the saggy jowel
and furrowed brow
from the extra chin
and the dimpled skin
its woven tight
so nobody sees
the woman beneath
shes learnt and taught
shared and treasured
loved and lost
and storms shes weathered
she has been
and still is
knowledge
power
strength
courage
truth
but hidden from view
ignored and not seen
there's no longer youth
she's not
what she was
but oh
what she is
she's seen it
and heard it
and touched it
and smelt it
she's tasted it
and lived it
and known it
she's planted it
and nutured it
and grown it
she sits
while she waits
she's in no hurry
the rushing
the gnashing
the anguish
the worry
all gone
she's there if
you want her
or need her
but
you have to
take off the cloak
so you see her
Wendy Bremner
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