The Old One

Old is what the young said,
Barren, those with children.
Forgotten whispered her reflection,
Resigned was her husband,
Loved still by her creator God.

Disappointed in what was behind,
Hopeless she faced things ahead,
Brokenhearted again at every birth,
Wondering why forgotten,
Loved still by her creator God.

Tired of trying the impossible,
Given up deep inside,
Living without her deepest longing,
Crying tears in black darkness,
Loved still by her creator God.

Listening to a husband,
Believing but not completely,
Allowing hope to come again,
Waiting now for joy to come,
Loved still by her creator God.