She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who have followed.
The herd is spread, by distance alone. Closeness is a family trait. An achievement of which she is proud. She knows them all. Never forgets the occasions to be celebrated.
She remembers the fallen ones, including the great bull, with whom she spent precious years. Every wrinkle and grey hair as familiar as her own reflection. Her time is coming, and the anticipation of seeing him again fills her heart. She catches herself smiling, as she did when they first met.
Comforted by memories, knowing she has done her best by everyone, she is prepared. The bed she shared with partner, and children alike, awaits. Recollections of love-making and laughter fill her head. Goodnight and God bless.
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt