Poetic Injustices

Her depth lay in her eyes.
As deep as the ocean only twice more.
A beauty so profound even life's hard stress lines on her aged face couldn't hide it.
She hoped, watched, woke and walked with fire in her heart and soul.
Her children made it easy to see how challenged her life was.
Her son was the sun.
Her husband was the protection she offered herself and others.
These are the many aged women of the soil.
Touch not our elders.

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