I am not a fan Of this growing old The chaos in my cells Little girl inside Old woman outside The aches and pains Of an uncooperative body While my mind still runs through meadows Memories of 60 years like yesterday To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel “I can’t wait to grow up…” I am running out of time “When I am an adult I will…” There is so much left I want to do When will I be an adult? Whispers, “When I am ashes”
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos
Your loneliness was palpable Bitter regret on my tongue From all the lessons learned but forgotten All the forever’s that never happened I know I was not the salve you wanted A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams Instead of releasing you, I made it about me And it was never about me Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future So I am sorry
I release you
I release myself
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope
The meandering pattern of rivers and veins branches and horizons repeating the grace of symmetry found in nature where function overrules perfection Fractured fractals in balanced harmony sing the universal code of mathematical probability bringing imperfect beauty to life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #251: Mathematics
Inside looking out Many phases of the moon Her last loving hug
Locked in with her memories Grandma sheds a single tear
Time is most priceless possession to the elderly. So to treat them as if their time is “less than” or to prolong taking precious time away from loved ones is intolerably cruel. Instead of the elderly ”taking one for the team” let’s work together so that families can reunite and be whole again.
Wear a mask, socially distance, wash your hands. Let’s beat this thing before it is too late for your loved ones.