Belle

Time’s elapsing, decades have passed

The pace of life is way too fast,
Life may have added years to her age
Yet she smiles with all her heart.

She cries, she dances, she sings

Admires the love in little things, 

Her fears, temper and moods may change

After all, life’s eventful and strange.

Her beauty shines on even though old
Lost her heart and found her soul,
A warrior – her strength cannot decline

She walks on, leaving her footprints on the sands of time…

The Gift

Words flowed onto the screen, not paper. She used keys instead of a pen. The backspace key became her eraser. Her graceful, wrinkled fingers traced the smooth edges of the new laptop he'd just bought for her. He looked quizzically at her as her lips broke into a faint smile at the sight of her most cherished gift - the golden cross-pen he'd gifted her decades ago; it still adorned her bedside table and ruled her heart.