I’d known the woman for years.
Her hands shook from the pain of tears,
But her words were wiser than any proverb,
She knew the best ailments and used all the right herbs.
Old fashioned in her ways,
She taught me how to give praise.
Her words were simple and easy,
Even if her voice was wheezy.
This is what she said,
And it went straight to my head:
Life is an open book
And all you have to do is look
Again when things become unclear
Because sometimes the book is just upside down.