Antiquated, perhaps –
petticoats and ruffles
don’t equate with modern ways.
Facebook is what she does with dog-eared pages in her spare time.
Internet conjures up tangled silk stockings
rather than monitors and keys
in her mind’s eye.
Her skills are those of a dying breed –
her brain remembers how to keep the fire stoked
to bake her weekly bread,
not who visited her last.
How much pickling salt to add to a quart,
how to blanch her beans to keep their summer’s crunch
trumps where her little bed lies
in these confusing interminable hallways.
But her smile still lights up a room.
Her quaint and dainty ways still
cling to her ruffles.
And her wizened frame
hides true beauty
in its folds…