She Was Beautiful

She was old and frail,
But she was beautiful.
Maybe it was her deep green eyes,
Or maybe it was that crooked smile she put out so often.
I think it was the way she laughed at everything-
Because she didn't have much to laugh at.
It was the way she flipped her hair to the side
Because it was always in her face.
She had elegance,
The kind you only find in humbleness.
Maybe it was the wise words her rose bud lips spoke;
Or the stains on her shirt,
But she had beauty.
I think I saw it in her bruises,
I think I got a glimpse in her scars.
She would never tell you-
And I'm afraid no one will see her the way I do,
But she's so beautiful.