Her feet bare more of that of ninety years,
They are more weathered than any explanation can offer
They are feet that have walked this earth many many times,
I know this to be true.
She is remembering rather than learning,
Her purpose is strong like a ferocious wind,
She is going to move through this life at tremendous speed, I’m not sure we will be able to keep up, that is alright.
She will touch people, move them, to pay attention like she has done since the day she was born, this is her gift.
She was born with old feet, and blessed with an old soul.