This morning I ironed
Set up the old ironing board
Metal and sturdy
Hardly worse for wear
Dependable companion
Since I was a bride
Those days behind me
Now white-haired, bent with aging
I appear different
Shape of old woman
Listener, story teller
Beloved grandmother
Yet deep within me
Abides all I ever was
Gifted at my birth
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