There has always been a special place in my heart
for the silver-haired souls who have seen, felt, tasted, really seen…
who have lived more than I.
I love the shiny look dancing in their eyes,
saying, “Life has made me fluid.
I know things.
If you slow down a bit, my sweet child,
I’ll share my story things with you.”
So I slow down my living…
skipping inside their hearts,
glimpsing into their story things,
the ones written on the wrinkled sheets of their brains.
I hold on to their words; make them mine.
I love Old because it has been…
because it will be for as long as I keep it
against my memory’s breast.
I love Old because I will be
because it leaves me hugging my yesterdays,
and smiling at my tomorrows…
If you can, my Wicked Luvs, stop by Maiden, Mother, and CRONE, and see what “An Ode to Old Age” does to you. Then come back and tell me all about it. You know how I love an old living tale ;-)
“Grandma and Granddaughter” by Thanh Nguyen Ha (scampi)