In Her Eyes, the History
In her eyes I read
The history of humanity.
She is, this woman, just past her prime,
The emerging lines trace struggles past,
The lips, still rosy, hair long and lustrous,
Hold a mirror to memories lived through:
The fight against adversity when she rose
From abject poverty and carved a career
Amid a hostile crowd of doting relatives
Who were inwardly jealous, unfriendly
And fierce in claiming a right of love
Over her own children and causing her pain
And making her change so often her plans.
But she had the good fortune of a husband
Loving and devoted to her who stood by her
Like a treasured perfume, a source of light.
Whose love and passion and total defence
Of her right to guide and rule her family
Silenced dissent and rendered worthwhile
All the struggles she had to overcome.
A lioness she was, fierce, kind, caring
And quite often mad at those who sought
An advantage and denied her the respect due.
Today she celebrates with pomp and pride
The wedding of her son and it is from her
That everyone takes orders and advice.
Her face lights up with a shy smile and fear
Still lurks beneath the joy and she worries
If the evil eye would cause again a setback
And give rivals the chance to cause chaos
And ruin the joyous mood savored by all.
A saga of yet another family that survived
With beliefs and tradition from a far away age.
From her spouse and her children she received
And gave them back absolute trust and loyalty.
She led them to good fortune, status and rank
She dared and welcomed life as a trusted friend:
With a smile, confident and challenging at once
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