"The Survivor"
A picture paints a thousand words.
The lady, framed in a white background, portrait in black and white sketch.
Isn't she lovely, the color pure white shows up her life.
Age is no stranger with her, in fact, it's been her gift.
God's creation is so all around us, not to be pitied, but cherished and admired.
Her hat sits proudly upon the soft-silvery curls on her head.
A beam of sunlight shines on her matured face.
Her eyes, they tell me "survival," through many years behind.
Not a smile from her light smooth lips, but an eventful casual look.
She appreciates life, allowing the story to be told, in this portrait of black and white.
A ribbon in the sky, grace her radiant look. How great is our God. It is in him, we have our
very being.
She has season of age and worth. Clear eyes, that has seen rest upon the face of the earth.
Nature is the creation of such a being, yet alive to look upon.
Many are the folds of her face, reveals the day of life.
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