Time

I look at you, and you are me.

One day I too will be battered, weathered and eroded

by time.

It will one day find me in my bed,

tape my bones together in awkward positions,

and carve trenches where my temples used to be.

Try as I might I cannot escape my date with delusion

and time.

I too will struggle to grasp dates and names and days

long left for dead

among the multitude of useless facts

scattered like stray hairs in the depths of my mind.

My once pink skin will be dotted with amethyst

 amber, and sapphire jewels dripped like paint,

reminders of my age, tiny footprints

left by time.

I will become twisted like the runners of a vine,

warped around a tiring heart, and weakened lungs

and a fading mind caused by some silent culprit

whose name escapes me.

But as I look into your aging face

with your summer eyes glistening and overflowing

with all of the wisdom and wonder of times past

I see the things that are and those that didn't last-

as I feel the gentle touch of your fragile hand

that has worked and cooked and cleaned

rubbed tiny backs until they found their dreams

and still found time to mend some seams-

as I hear the confidence in your voice

while you speak of what is and what was,

tell stories of what did and what does-

I realize that I too will appreciate time

in time.

Reviews

[Kiara]

emotionally amazing! :)
your poetry is quite moving
and Im glad I stopped by to read
this thank you for sharing -arabella

[Girlintheworld]

seeing the picture of Grama and this line

"as I feel the gentle touch of your fragile hand

that has worked and cooked and cleaned

rubbed tiny backs until they found their dreams"

seriously made me tear up. I need to come visit soon. Tickets are only $189 round trip. Please call me soon and let me know how things are going. I know you are very busy. Love you

[Delilah Dunn]

Lo this is powerful and raw and truly emotional. I know it probably took something out of you to write it, but please know that every person who reads this will take a piece of that something and store it away in their heart; for comfort when we watch our own loved ones age, and for wisdom when we ourselves reach the place you speak of. You have pulled the strings of my heart in a bittersweet and nostalgic way that only an awe-inspiring piece would. Thank you for sharing this with us.