Her Old Bones Creaked

(Sympathy Poems - Funeral Poems)

Her old bones creaked

And her pace was slow,

But her smile was blindingly bright.

Her mind was sharp

And her voice was kind,

Her manner was a true delight.

The world had changed

In the winters she’d known

But she bore their weight with pride.

She shared her wisdom

And passed the goodness on,

Using her love of life as her guide.

She did not bow to time,

Using life as her stage,

She sought each morning’s joy

And she was never defeated by age.