An old Shaker rocker, bobs forth and back
Near the loft window, making rhythmic arcs
Her hands, folded in her lap
Gazing into yesterday's views
A steady rump,rump - rump,rump
Pine rockers oscillating across oaken floor spaces
These days are harsh,friends too few
Realities stark view, when you've outlived your peers
Ninety-two years, loves and tears
Warmth comes from Earl Gray in a cup
A woolen sweater about her shoulders
For her lover's embrace
A duo unfit for the task
Seasons in the sun
With family,friends recalled
She gazes out the window, enthralled
Great grandchildren keep the wits of her keen
Their vitality entering her frail figure
With each maternal embrace, smile of their face
Future times she longs for these days
When beyond earth's haze
With loved ones above
She connects on the wings of a dove
Rump,rump - rump,rump
Awesome tRuth write, as the years bring on newer meanings!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Shexooo
Stay Positive!
STay Strong!
As long as I can still play SCRABBLE, Chat and do my Word Searches, Aging will be a natural for me! and You too I hope!
YOur book sounds really GOOD!
I am remiss in admitting I missed this one - forgive me! What a clever write - all the senses come into play - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Title a definate hook. :)
endearing and wonderful write Jon...
John
Endearing Poetic Express Of Life's Circle & The Years Of Wisdoms Relaxing In The Deeper Enjoyments Of Life Through Family.
Embrasse'
Vickie
Can't be the only one thinkin' a stealin' the idea. It's a real challenge to come up with new and effective ways to get a sound
across. Make it heard! Images great, too! T h a n k s !!! 'Pea' <3
Christine
Carole~
Ron
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
Enjoyed the peaceful touch of this poem!!
Love Tinka
i worked in a resthome for 5 years... i was aged 18-23 and i had a blast. the old ladies loved me coz i was always bringing in crazy stories from the outside and they all owned me as a granddaughter.
but the one thing they all said, between moments of telling me about their youth and loves and lives, was "jayde...NEVER get old!"
this is a good piece.
capturing the reality of aging well.
Ron