her blue stone poems

her book
blue stone made me realize
what was
possible.
small poets win
too
in time, with enough
words
on paper, enough
life
lived
both in
and outside.
keep at she'd say.
i'm eighty five,
can you believe that?
I do believe it, I'd
tell her.
I see it in the poems
you write.
the lines on the page,
the lines
around
your soft blue eyes.