Wisdom flowing from their words
To my eyes like fluttering birds.

Hair of snow
experience it shows
of all their lives
like busy hives!

Some frail
Some not
Some feeling cold
Some feeling hot

Kathryns galore
In the house we all meet
On the couch, on the floor
Scolding with a shriek.

Horses whinnying
For their master
He joyously walks
His age lying on the floor.

As old and decrepit they may be.
They are still my family.