Grace After 50 #3A Poem by Audrey HowittA poem for women over the age of 50A river gently washes the tears of women over 50 Inexorably cleaning the crevices under sagging skin Drenched in gravity’s reality.
We are the ones left behind By children grown Whose schedules press unceasingly.
Outlived our usefulness, With fingers intimate with Cooking, laundry and the drying of tears.
A river of Grace seeps through us Binding old wounds Salving new ones, Its sweetness clearest to those Most intimately acquainted, Whose wounds sharpen as days unwind.
Let my hand touch the ragged edges of you, For mine is similar. Compassion lies in the knowing, Such knowledge binding us As we let the river enclose us, Hold us fast to one another. © 2011 Audrey HowittAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on June 5, 2011 Last Updated on June 5, 2011 AuthorAudrey HowittAlameda, CAAboutI am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..Writing
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