For Aita

Betelnut stains on your mouth
And wrinkles that marrred that face
Rough hands that had the caress of home spun cotton
that voice
that very unnaturally loud voice
For such a frail woman.

A back that stooped
A walk which slowed with every passing day
Small eyes that looked with awe and wonder
And that spirit

Oh that spirit
like a thousand stars overhead
Burning pride that took hold

But stars will not burn forever
And pride can be a disease

But oh that spirit
Unbreakable
Unbeatable

Aita.

You'll live for your spirit.