She’s a fading flower

Not nearly as bright as she used to be

Though now she shines in a different way

Though she always shines to me

 

She’s filled with determination,

And don’t try to tell her what to do:

She’s stubborn,

And she’ll do what she needs to do

 

The day I can’t do my shopping

Is the day I’m finished, she says.

And she eyes me with disdain

Because it’s her job to make the tea,

Not mine.

 

She's a fading flower

Not nearly as bright as she used to be.

Though her heart shines in the darkest night

Like a beacon, to me.