We all know that we are headed for “old age,” yet it is
so easy to miss the lessons of those who have led the way. Here is a poem from
Kay, now in her very active and youthful 90’s. Maybe, just maybe, we can learn
something from her. ~ Bonnie
I’m so lucky
that
Those older
folks that I now see
And thought
I’d never be
Remind me I
never saw what really was
I visited “old
folks’ homes” to sing as a campfire girl
But I don’t
remember the limping, walking residents,
The slower
pace and deliberate moves,
The urge to
sit and rest a bit.
Of halted
speaking, searching for a word
To tell of a
joy or event from their memory
They’d like
to share.
It makes me
sad that I didn’t know
What the
older people in their earlier lives
Did to make
them happy.
Their special
days and happier days
Were never
recalled because I didn’t
Share and
imagine what they thought fine.
I don’t
regret the things I have done
But now I know
I missed what I should have done
To see, to
feel, to listen, to hear the music
Of their
souls who have gone before me in former times.
From Ginger ~
ReplyDeleteKay's poem is very thoughtful.
From Charlotte ~
ReplyDeleteGreat insight
Kay
ReplyDeleteIf only we knew then, how different life could be. I'm affraid that age is what brings on true wisdom. Lovely poem!
Kay, your poem is insightful,thoughtful,and tender, and it reminds me of why our memoir group is such an extraordinary vehicle to move us to recall where we've been, and how we got to where we are, and all the stops along the way that made us who we are. Everything that you have written and shared with our beloved class has caused me to pause and look inside myself. I feel indebted to you for that gift.
ReplyDeleteYou give such a beautiful voice to thoughts I have myself. I never asked my father what made him happy when he was young. It is my loss.
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