“I don’t bow to blind belief, nor follow without a trace, I seek the reason, the hidden thread, before I give it place. For only through doubt does wisdom grow, Like a flame that rises, steady and slow.”
She leads with fire, yet bows with grace, A force of will, yet soft embrace. She speaks her dreams, a voice so true, Yet holds the world with care anew.
She dares to stand where few have tread, Yet finds her peace in paths well-spread. She rises high, yet stoops to mend, Not to defeat, but to ascend.
She lives within, in quiet delight, Yet lends her ear to silent plight. A storm, a whisper, fierce yet kind, A soul untamed, yet well-refined.
A century’s breath upon my skin, etched with stories deep within. Wrinkles whisper, silver sings, of laughter, loss, and love’s bright wings.
Did I touch hearts, did I ignite, the spark in souls to see their light? Did I remind inquisitive minds, how precious life is, how to make destiny unwind?
The hands that lifted, the words that healed, did they sow hope in hearts concealed? Did kindness bloom where pain once grew, and show the world life’s golden hue?
Oh, wise one with time’s embrace, did I walk this path with grace? Did I serve, inspire, and guide, with love unshaken, arms stretched wide?
If ever silence calls you near, remember me, still young and clear. For in your heart, I softly stay, a voice unaged, a breath away.
With love from me, still free, still wild, your dreaming, daring, giving child.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
“Don’t you feel you’ve wasted time?” they say, But caring and giving never betray. The time I have given is woven with care, In souls I’ve shaped, my echoes are there.”