Grandma, you're Beautiful

She says "Dear, I'm old."
That's not true-
Not in the least.

Dear lady,
You're young as the days-
Which never count the moments,
Giving them freely instead for memory.

You're as beautiful as a child,
Soft as the skin of a baby,
Unique in all the ways,
That scream true beauty.

If you take notice,
Of wrinkles that spell age,
I'll tell you they make you wise-
For surely in those eyes
You've seen a wild life.

Dear lady,
You're fragil, and weak-
Sweet age.
Beautiful woman, that you are,
I wouldn't have you any other way.