THE OLD WOMAN’S SONG
Yes, I’m an old woman, and I’ve seen it all.
Now I can’t see: I could walk into a wall.
Yes, I’m an old woman, with scars and lines.
I’ve been hit and abused too many times.
Yes, I’m an old woman, I never could win.
So I took up a needle and sewed my own chin.
Yes, I’m an old woman, — I sewed up my chin.
There are burns on my face from my late husband’s sin.
Yes, I’m an old woman and God’s given me life.
It’s been many long years since I lived as a wife.
Yes, I’m an old woman but I no longer must hide.
And I still have my faith, my modesty, my pride.
Yes, I’m an old woman and I have a white head.
But sometimes I think I might better be dead.
Yes, dear, I’m an old woman and I can’t tell when
Allah will call me to die. But I’ll be at peace then.
PHOTO by Russell Lee Klika
:Russell is an inspired and terrific Camera Artist! He’s a combat photographer, and goes where the actions is. To purchase or to see more more excellent photos, visit his portfolio now!
This poem was inspired by Russell’s Photo “Untitled”, above.
09 Sep 2008- I now believe that the markings on this woman’s face are the result of tattooings, having seen another of Sgt. Klika’s photos of another person with the same pattern.