The years she had lived.
She did it with pride.
Always dressed to perfection.
She commanded respect in her frailness and speech,
but in reality, she was only a tiny bit taller than a peep.
Her face to a loved one was beyond compare.
If you looked really close she needed a shave.
Her tiny hands, that were stronger than most, would as she got older shake.
You always wanted to help her in whatever she did
but she was an elder and you gave her her due.
You knew she was soon to start herself on fire,
from that lighter too close to her nose hair.
While watching the Aunt you loved more than life,
try to light that cigarette
to save her life.
This is my Day 62 Freewrite
Happy Writing!
Snook
All images are mine. Made in Sims 4