Silver Haired Goddess

(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.

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