A Grown Child
she is happy, cheerful
clothes of bright orange
age on her face – tanned
she worried about space
where she and her daughter
would sit
laying blue towels
advertising the Yankees
on beach chairs at the pool
satisfied her – as she
lifted her daughter’s arms
to cross on her lap
a mother claps – smiles
rewarding herself – a
job well done
watched her walk up
a hill empty handed –
knew her hands soon
would fill with pain and
love – as she wipes a
mouth of a grown
child – who doesn’t
know her name – as
she carries around
a heart of glass as
it breaks into pieces
– of love
but she continues
day after day to care
for her grown child
wipes her mouth –
she wants her to live
as her age shows as
rapid – with each
sunset of her life.
You touched my heart and opened the rivers of my eyes…God bless you
Paula thank you for your words – life some how isn’t the same from day to day for others – I appreciate you taking your time to read this. Sincerely, Nancy