Crochet

Red, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green;

The colors flow smoothly from her fingers

A rainbow of yarn like I’ve never seen

So absorbed in her I stop and linger

 

With every twist of her agile wrist

I watch intently as the afghan grows

Without looking, she creates every stitch

Then carefully crochets them into rows

 

The weight of it on her is comforting

Its warmth blocks out the chilly winter air

Still I can’t keep myself from wondering

Will it soon be too much for her to bear?

Changes

I have seen many years;

They have not changed me

I have lived life;

Life has not defeated me

I have seen death;

Death has not altered me

I have known love;

Love has not abandoned me

I have seen darkness;

Darkness has not frightened me

I have felt failure;

Failure has not weakened me

I will sing my songs;

My words will comfort me

Old Age

Old Age

No sex

No alcohol

No smoking

No drugs

No greasy food

No walking

No standing

No breathing

No living

Each New Day I Wonder

Each New Day I Wonder

Will this be the last time?

Your warmth draws me awake and

My lips caress your beauty

Each New Day I Wonder

Will this be the last time?

My arms pull you to me as

I whisper I love you

Each New Day I Wonder

Will this be the last time?

That you will comfort me or

Ease my pain with your touch

Each New Day I Wonder

Will this be the last time?

That I will dream of you

Lies

Running down those country roads

We were sixteen, free and alone

Didn’t care what life had in store for us

Just singing the songs of our own

 

Where did those children go

They spread their wings and flew away

I lost track of them so long ago

If only I could go back to those days

 

I would not worry about the hypocrites

Or all the other ne’er-do-well

They should have followed their own advice

As far as I can tell

 

But we listened to all of their lies

Instead of letting our hearts sing

I watched the sunrise fade from your eyes

And now I know what the future brings