She is

Aged, she waits in the wings
Behind the scenes
She prays silently, unsuspecting
She sends her prayers in due time
I long to hear words of wisdom
From wrinkled lips
Past failures, whispers from God
She has known Him longer
She lets me surrender to tears when needed
When desperate
She sees me
Recognizes the little girl on the swing
The one who stubbed her toes on smooth stone
The one who cherished the rain
Her eyes are refreshing
She notices words left unspoken
She can interpret the inexpressible
Her prayers evoke divine intervention
Her spirit speaks to me in silence
She is grandma guardian