Climb every Hill

The Old Woman stood at the top of a small hill (that barely made it to be called such).
Looking back at the haphazard paths,
the less equipped barns,
the barn hands with a different set of skills.
With satisfaction, she beamed.
For despite it all, despite the narrow time window,
the first milestone, the first hill - however small - has been reached.

The Old Woman stopped and rested for a while,
taking in the scenery at the little hill,
taking a photo or two for her Facebook timeline,
her Pinterest boards, Instagram and all.

Then up she stood,
full of resolution and determination,
looking ahead to the next hill,and the one after,
each a bit higher, each one different.

And off she went, walking swiftly.
For there's much more still to be done,
much more to be overcome.