All Her Life, She was Old - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

All Her Life, She was Old

All my life, my Nana was old.
She was born old, quiet and thoughtful.
She always had false teeth, that
Clicked when she talked.

She always wore glasses with thick
Yellowed lenses.
A corona of white hair
Always framed her wizened, wrinkled face.

My Nana, born old,
Always gathered with other
Old women, my aunts, or neighbors
Or neighbors who were my aunts—

Women she’d known
All my life—born old, too.
They sat on couches
Or stoops and gossiped

About the weather, each other or
Old men and grandchildren.
If they worried,
I was unaware.

Life was lived, nothing more,
Which is all that is necessary 
If one is born old.

	- Rebecca del Rio



Rumi’s Caravan returns to the Glaser Center in Santa Rosa on Saturday, February 7.  Good seats still remain for both the matinee and evening performances. Tickets make great gifts for you and anyone who enjoys the beauty and wisdom of mystic poetry performed in the ecstatic tradition.  Please join us. 
 
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