A strong, warm and wrinkled body, with a mind of gold and a heart of honey.
Sweet, beautiful and loud.
She yelled about her freedom, her independence and right to live as her own person
She taught my DNA feminism and is the walking embodiment of it.
I don’t think I ever understood how an old soul can be so light: laughing and loving?
“Don’t take life too seriously, just let it happen and trust in God.” -She’d always say
Old souls carry baggage and weight, they’ve been through all the harsh trails of life
Their wrinkles are a map of their experience, it tells a beautiful story of love and loss
She’s been through all this
but she would jump over the bumpy rocks like a little lamb in a meadow
She would dance in the rain, tango with the storm and comparsita with the the sadness till it shook itself away
She’s the morning coffee, honey and cream on hot bread
A loud melody playing in all our hearts
A loud yell asking about loved ones over the phone
A loving heart filled with infinite and unconditional love_____
She set a standard of intelligence, beauty and wit that I doubt I could ever reach
Will I ever grow into the woman she is?
Proud; head held high and heart grounded like a tree.
her eyes hold endless wisdom and her touch infinite kindness
But in her kindness and giggles lies a strength and power that over throws anyone who over steps her dignity and worth.
In her there is self love and happiness that a capitalist world fears a woman to own
In her there is a balance of self love and selflessness
Only to God she submits and never to man
The Heavens lie under her feet, God whispered and she Knows it.
She know her worth, she knows her beauty and does not and will not allow anyone to correct it.
She walks a role model head held up high and feet grounded with humbleness
She is a Queen and one day I’ll try and be half of what she is.