Mike’s Look at Life was gracious enough to allow me work with his photography. I thank you, Mike. I hope you will pay him a visit.
I’ve grown old now,
I have closed the hatch,
My door is no longer walked through
I hope that I, have served you well,
Before these days of my solitude
From a weak eye I see, out of my shell,
At times memories, overwhelm
Parched grass becomes green,
Dead trees blossom fruit
With the colors of past, I remember so well
I smell the air too, as when I was Spring
Then my Children,just years past their birth,
When cries were a joy to a Mothers ear,
Receiving laughter and love,
It was all of my worth
I turned one day, to see you had grown
That same day, I saw I had too
Bittersweet tears,
Marked the moment
When I knew moving on, was what you must do
I now create, sound from silence,
Conversations from objects in sight
I comfort myself,
With thoughts of you,
On sunshine filled days, as well as dark nights
Passive I sit, I am winter in body
Ironic it’s snowing outside
Active my memories, warming my heart,
Loneliness melts,
As I reflect on my life
The Starting End 
Wow! So I got a trigger from the movie Anastasia. The Grand Empress Romanov was speaking along these lines about growing older and dealing with memories. I love the way you let the reader into the mind of the person. It is like we can feel it ourselves. Great job!
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Thank you, Miriam ❤ I do not know the movie but you can be sure what I will be googleing tonight 😉 If you felt it, then a sigh and a smile just came to me 🙂 Hugs, H.
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It is a classic movie starring Ingrid Bergman and Yul Brynner. Hugs!
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Beautiful imagery, Heather, and finely spun words . . . There are golden coins down at the bottom of the well called Memory: yours and mine . . . Even if you are determined to seek yourself in hermitry you will find yourself far too illusive to find l l l Each poem you write lets out another secret . . . I love it . . . And blessing
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Thank you, Peter 🙂 I just wanted to be “the old Barn”…as I hear repetitively, words DO come from somewhere inside of us, at times, without us even realizing, without intention. No, no hermit lifesytle for me ever I pray 😉
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Dear friend Heather
I hope this message finds you and family doing well. I sent an invitation to the address used for this blog. I wanted to confirm you received since we’ve had trouble in the past. Can you send me an email with the best address to reach you. mstndorm@verizon.net
Thank you
Hugs 🙂
M
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I mailed you at the addy I had. Did you reveive it? lol..cat and mouse 😀
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Hi Heather
I did receive email and glad to know how to reach you. I’ll write in the morning. Wanted to talk about how your doing. I’m not good a seeing the meaning of poetry unless it hits me over the head. I got two differ messages from your last post.
We can talk tomorrow.
Hugs
M
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That’s a wonderful story that left me somewhat teary-eyed as maybe I could identify a little too closely with the old barn, even my vision with his murky old window. But I loved every word of it. If I may say without offending, I think your talent improves daily now, and the journey is a joy to share.
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Thank you D!!! We all have a barn in us somewhere…or the fear of one. I am rather anxious about writing now. You just set my bar at a level that I am not sure I can live up to, but if you’ll read, I’ll write. Thank you again for a most honrable comment. I can tell you how much that means to me. Hugs, H.
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I turned one day, to see you had grown
That same day, I saw I had too
Bittersweet tears,
Marked the moment
When I knew moving on, was what you must do
beautiful poem
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Thank you ❤
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