Ancient Grandmother?

i keep thinking
my time here is limited
my remaining days
few in number
perhaps a thousand
or several hundred

but, what if
i am supposed to survive
to the other side of madness
become an ancient grandmother
with words of wisdom
and a compassionate heart

waiting for the days
when we collective become
more mature and say
“Enough!”

then we start the rest of our life
together, communally
for your pain is my pain is our pain

Come, let the healing begin anew