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grace in a time of aging
by Genevieve Sturrockthe best of me
is reflected in
my children's faces
shining lights
of brilliance,
humor, strength,
compassion, and
forgiveness
i do not miss
their tiny arms
wrapped around my legs
as that would lessen
the warmth of their
embrace around
my shoulders
the memories of their youth
add joy to their maturing
their childish stumbling
now firm steps leading
towards their future
but as they grow brighter
i find myself fading
as they grow stronger
my body weakens
i find it odd that
as my children bloom
i should begin to wilt
perhaps not so odd
one generation must
give way to the next
new shoots cannot grow
if they are crowded
or over shadowed
new ideas need fresh minds
young heads and hearts
to pioneer through
new frontiers
and i cannot help
but feel blessed
to witness within
my own flesh and blood
the strength of character,
moral fortitude, and
wry humor to see
their generation
through the changes
headed their way
even as i
lie awake at night
terrified
of what the future
has in store for them
06/26/2013 Posted on 06/26/2013
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 06/27/13 at 12:05 PM Oh Mama. I hear you. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/27/13 at 02:54 PM As someone going through the same phase in life, needless to say, I can truly relate. Terrified? Yes, I suppose in one sense you could that, but for the most part, happy to still be here, and looking forward to eventually seeing my parents, and all those other loved ones, when it's my turn to go. Thanks for the well worded reminder. Namaste. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/27/13 at 07:03 PM These transitions are so gradual and yet so surprising - the fight against the fading part is an interesting mind game. This is well crafted, very much full of grace. Thank you. |
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