I looked into the eyes of an old soul
Even though
We just met
I have a feeling
That I could once have wondered in her shoes
Through dark valleys
Sat with her
Mending socks at the light of the hearth
Baking bread at the fire
This is just a feeling
Instead I listen
Her tales have me in stiches
She saw a better life
Firm in belief and wishes
I looked into the eyes of a young soul
Even though
We just met
Her agility makes me mutter
A thousand silent wishes
Seeking a way to capture
Energy easily radiated
Wisdoms easily collated
A difficult life day by day navigated
It seems like
Reality was never negated
This is a first time spectator
From the outside in suddenly an insider without
We connected… no doubt
For Ouma Diena Joseph (82), we have one language and one
history… I am not as acutely aware of mine as you are of yours so I yearn for
that experience, as harsh as it was, you made light of it and lived to tell the
stories. Thank you. By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-30.
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