The Woman Who Knew It All

An old woman,
staring at her wrinkled hands
thinks back, to when they weren't so wrinkled.
When her eyesight wasn't so blurred,
and her back not so hunched.
Yes, she was beautiful.
But dumb.

Now she couldn't tell you what a hectagon looked like, or even how to spell it.
She has something more than intelligence.
She has age.
And yes age comes with wrinkles, canes, and walkers,
but also years of wisdom, maturity, and experience.

If a young heart had those three things, great things could happen.
Wonderful things.

Only she knows this.
She spent years telling her children and grandchildren everything she knew.
Stories with morals and lessons so great.
But this woman did not know just one thing.

That it can't be done.
She cannot pass her wisdom to another person.
She dies with hopes and dreams yet to be fulfilled.
And the world now deprived of one of the greatest things of all.

The only woman who ever knew.
Knew it all.