Gush

Her skin was soft and supple
Her eyes were dark and gentle
Her lips curved into a luxurious, uncertain
Innocent smile
Yet her forehead foretells the charm she has

Her looks are deceiving,
vulnerable as it may
She was a strong-willed woman
She can argue you off in a snap

She is a child
throwing tantrums at the hospital door
Yet she is a woman taking it all in,
Betraying the number of her years

Her tears are never about weakness
it was an acceptance of reality
Her silence never meant fear
It was a moment to be herself
When she speaks, she never hesitates
to go up against an older one
And she carries herself the way she wants to
Never minding the discourses prevailing around her

She is her own self and she does not know it
She is simply the way she is
and I adore it