Category: Writers Block
To the Gypsies.
I watch as the years go slowly by
As her hair turns silver gray
The brightness of her once enchanting eyes
Is no longer there today.
She tells me of many stories
That through her life have passed
And I realize now that from her life to mine
A great spell has been cast.
Her face is tired and weary now
Her voice is slow and sure
The confidence with which she once lived life
Is never gone I’m sure.
Though age has come as the dead of night
To steel her beauty fast
Her wisdom and charm and wonder
I know will forever last.
My guardian spirit will forever be
The dearest being within my life
She sees my every failure through
And praises me for my strife.
I love her songs and crystalline beads
Although we’ve only once met
Madeira my gypsy mother she’ll be
And her wisdom I’ll never forget.