(Written about my grandmother October 2006)
The sun lights up her silver hair
She walks gracefully past in her fresh light sari.
She’s a goddess from above.
She is her name, Saraswathi,
Wisdom in her soft wrinkles as she smiles.
She holds a book in her hand
And sits upright in the light.
Her round glasses rimmed
Her sari in flowy folds.
She is beautiful;
The Silver Haired Goddess.