Response to “An Ode to Old Age”

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…

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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)

21 comments:

  1. Your words are just fabulous..."wrinkled sheets of their brain" :D I went to read the ode...and being a Crone myself recognised the feelings, but refuse to "fall apart" quite so easily. And I NEVER read the obits. My in-laws refer to those pages as "hatch/match and dispatch" or birth/marraige and death columns :D
    The ode itself made me realise how Atypical an oldie I am, and for this I am glad :D XXX

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    1. Woman, you aren't old! So don't even try. I'll tell you when you are Crone. Yes, I said I'll tell you in about 28 years. Right now, you are just my sister, so stop it!

      Or maybe, you are, indeed, just a weird Crone ;-D

      A very loved one...

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  2. Sweet :) Menthalotum works better than Vicks. Also doesn't stain ;)

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  3. Old age doesn't always mean 'falling apart' tho seniors may feel that way because their hearing, or physical sense is not what it use to be.. I think its just our bodies going back to the beginning, we were formed from cells, and as they multiplied, our physical-ness came to be... its all a cycle... As far as when I see an old person, I can imagine the history they have formed in their years, their wisdom, their endurance... I will be 59 and believe me I know a hell of a lot more about myself and others than I did in my 20's or 30's... We should embrace old age and realize it for what it is... 1. a period of life, 2. wisdom, 3. strength 4 heart. Society tends to push away the elderly and probably because for lack of a better word: ignorance and fear of what we all will be.

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    1. I was rereading a story that I wrote in my 20's, and although it has been less than 15 years, I was roaring at my silliness. My goodness, I can't believe I wrote such nonsense.

      But I'm glad I did, because I least know I know they were nonsense.

      I wonder what will go on my nonsense pile in the next 15 years ;-D

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  4. This reminds me of my granny (great grandmother). I wrote a short poem for her a long time ago. I have it posted here.
    http://salemwitchchild.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-give-us-short-autobiography-of.html

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    1. I should probably thank my noisy nature, because I was attached to my grandmother's skirt and to her broom lol

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  5. A very nice poem.

    ......dhole

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  6. I read both your poems, and here's my reflection:
    I know and have known many old people who hated growing old. They didn't feel wise and content, they felt depressed, angry, bored, lonely and in pain. Some just wanted to die already.
    That fairytale image of the wise old crone doesn't seem to exist (anymore? ever?). Mostly I think old people - especially nowadays - just feel pushed aside, and that the world has long since moved on without them. It's a bleak picture, just like the poem from Old Crone.

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    1. I grew up in the country, raised in a community where old people, their knowledge, and their sense of humor, were more valuable than gold.

      What you say is very true, especially about Western society, but it is not universal--thank goodness! I, for instance, love old people. I know many others who do, too, and some of them go into very particular medical fields because of it.

      A society that discard their old is doomed to commit many acts of stupidity, but we both know that and see it every day.

      I know a lot of happy old people. They are in pain--the body isn't always kind to old age. But they have much to be happy about. Some of my best friends are in their 70s, 80s and 90s. I love listening to them. I enjoy their well-earned cynicism, and when I grow old, I want to be just like them, but we a lot of me in it. So beware world because I know I'll be a wild old hag :-D

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    2. Ok it's settled - this godless feminist is going to retire to some culturally rich, warm and probably a little backwards country when she grows old ;)

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    3. Or you can just start the tradition exactly where you are. I remember sitting in a psychology class while I was in college, discussing the aging and what happened next. I hadn't been in the US for that long, so many of the traditions were still too new for me. I almost swallowed my tongue when I realized that the elderly didn't usually live their last days surrounded by family members. Even here, in the US, when you visit someone from my country you might find 3 even 4 generations living in the same house.

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    4. Some great-grandmas just live forever lol

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  7. Hey Magaly ;o) I went by the other blog ;o) My mom and I got a good laugh out of it! Especially my mom! She was agreeing to everything! Your poem is so precious! It brought tears to our eyes! My mom's birthday is today, have to make a post! We have a great friend, who is turning 90 in September, bless her heart! We love talking to her to her! What a life she has had! Love the picture! Big Hugs and much love ;o)

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    1. Happy Birthday to Mama Crow! Did you guys ever get those tickets? If not, at least you should listen to some Willie together and dance a bit--not to fast, you don't want to mess up her joints ;-D

      Life that was lived and continues to be lived is precious and to be appreciated. The alternative is waste, and there is already too much of that in the world.

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  8. old age has its charm too... though sometimes I fear of becoming old. but may be i shall take philosophically too.

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    1. The uncanny is a scary thing. We just need to get more familiar with it, and then it won't so scary anymore. or at least, we learn how to deal with our fears.

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    2. true, and that's what I want to do. face my fears...

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    3. ...and kick them hard on the behind! Unless they are nice fears, if so, you can have tea together ;-D

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