She rose...

With her chin tilted in pride
The arrogance of an upturned nose
The elegance of a swans neck
The dancers fluidity in motion
Elegance and grace combined
Fiery independence
Sparkled like gems in her eyes
Free will an choice
She advocated
Went through life
Mistress of herself
Cherished and looked up to
Loved and betrothed
Married and old
When age caught up with her
Still she retained
That elegance and grace
A beauty time could not steal
And when Death came
To take her away
She rose
To greet Death
With a smile.