Let me see the world with hundred year old eyes.  Let me gaze fondly upon the quirks and flaws of others.  Let me count the laughs and hugs, may I gather the smiles as if they are the last harvest.

Let me hold the hands that are extended my way, and wear my best pearls and perfume on Sunday morning. 

Let me pat cheeks and give away my collection of marbles.  Let me smile at every baby I see, have my house in order, and write thank-you notes.

Let me be sentimental,

soft-spoken and big-hearted

and with time for a story, a memory, a joke, a glass of sweet tea.

Let me live with the heart of a hundred years, long before my time.