~Ms.Valerie

She looked at the mirror...

There was dark beneath her eyes

But all she could see, was the hardwork that made her thrive.

Wrinkles by her side, didn't bother her at all,

For all she remembered was the smiles she'd been blessed with.

Her poor sight never stood in her way..since she was accompanied by her souvenirs

The intricate articles, the daisies and the familiar scent.

Grey in her hair , was from the journey that was worth for...

She was growing old, she was becoming the very pure essence.

Ms. Valerie had just moved next-door. She was old but didn't like being called grandma.The children on the block learnt it the hard way; but otherwise she was a very lovely person. Ms. Valerie had a beautiful front yard. Lush green grass all over , lined with red, yellow, white and pink coloured shrubs of roses. She took good care of all her plants. Had Bougainville hanging infront of her front door and a big orange tree wi