Now That I Am Almost Old
newer things have littler appeal.
Certainly I yearn to see where my
children will fly and what my life will
look like in the shadow of their wings.
But it is the personal particulars of my past
that seem to boldly buoy hope –
Harrison’s poems I’ve read umpteen times,
the fading photograph of our wedding day,
violins bleeding Ashokan Farewell,
the comforting clack-rattle of trains.
I find myself circling round these again and again,
moving from one to the next like rosary
beads worn smooth by wind and days
narrowing to that stillest point I pray
is yet years and years away.
“…like rosary beads…”
This is fabulous.
Thank you, Marilyn.
“children will fly and what my life will
look like in the shadow of their wings.”
this echoes in my heart
as so much of what you write does!
thanks for a transparent and vulnerable heart!
Hi, Alice. I’m glad it rings true.
Love the sounds in this one. Making good use of those consonants.
Yea and amen, brother. On your behalf and my own.
Good to hear from you, Diana. Thanks!
At 71 years if age, I love everything about this poem
Thank you, Ruth, and a happy new year to you!
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Thank you, Paula!
Always thoughtful. Always worth my time. Glad you are writing and publishing again regularly.
Thanks, Debi. It feels good to be posting again regularly.
Beautiful poem. I just got your book “The Jubilee” for Christmas and I am enjoying it very much- thank you.
Julia, thanks for your comment. And I’m thrilled you’re enjoying The Jubilee.