Old Ladies

This old lady figurine used to scare me as a child.  It belonged to my mother but she wasn’t fond of it so she gave it to my grandmother who treasured it until her death in 1996.  It  came back home to my mother who now saw a beauty in it that had in her youth escaped her. When my mother passed in 2008, it became mine.  I am no longer fearful of it but embrace in it the beauty that graced my  grandmother, then my mother and now myself.  A beauty that can only be obtained with age.