In the spring of her life
She had lived with the generosity,
Of childhood. Blossoming into
Adolescence with buttercups
In her flowing brown hair.

In the summer of her life
She had lived with trust; often
Rewarded, sometimes misplaced.
Blooming into motherhood
With flour in her tied back hair.

In the autumn of her life
She had lived with gratitude
For the blessings bestowed
Maturing with wisdom
Grey streaks in set auburn hair.

Now in the winter of her life
She lived quietly with patience
For the Lord to call her home
Reclining in her green armchair
Soft white snow in her thinning hair.