Once Soft and Smooth
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work anew ’til household chores were done. Smooth, loving hands would comb a daughter’s hair, Sew …
Tag: aging
The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed by hours no longer counted in his universe. Yet hesitantly climbing misty steps his feet …
canvas on a warping frame
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines under leafy shadows– small, warm, …
The Tracks of My Years
I feel like a crosstie beneath rusted rail, awaiting a weight that will never return. The years that I prospered are fall’s early burn and winter reminds me I’m fragile and frail, unable to earn, …
As Seen by the Heart
A true love knows no age, no bound’ries rise to fetter or confine the bloom that grows. A true love views the world through blinded eyes, discounting what it sees with what it knows. Companion-ed …
Buried Dreams
What I Hope In a half forgotten corner of a mind that’s lost its way, is she walking in a meadow, can she smell the new mown hay? Does she feel the summer sunshine on …
Long Cold Lonely Winter
This winter lingers late in rime filled dells, old wearied bones and joints creak stiff and sore, glazed frosted panes await Spring’s welcomed spells, impatient for warm promises in store. Once, ages past, we reveled …
A Length of Time
In blackest days, the lore of old Comes beckoning us to the past. Once lost inside, we safely fold Our memories so they will last. There cannot be a breadth of time; There is no …