They laugh assuming her past understanding
Her youth spent
So the spirit will be damped down
Sweet old lady all lavender and powder puff
And she smiles warming her words.
She doesn’t bother saying she was young too
They neither know nor care
So beyond seeing their world and ways
Think her unable to get their snarky lines
Comments deriding while they smile
Pitying what they don’t grasp
Nor even want to.
They sit by the fire filling bellies and she eats little
The crone they think is fading and old
Living triumphs that mean nothing to them
Who was she a doting housewife?
What could they learn from her? Ha.
When she speaks their faces pale
Oh they have misunderstood the wizened one
Who breathes fire and gives life to things
They never credited her as able to do.