Winter of My Life

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 14, 2015
Posted in: ageing, life, loss, love, memories, poems, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , , . 9 Comments

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In case the day should ever come
When I’m no longer me
When I, the mother, that you once knew
Becomes the child so desperate, in your need

As each day that I meet
Becomes now a burden,
What once simple, now complex
When I’ve forgotten names, time and dates
Yet also forgotten all my regrets

Know that no matter
How distant my eyes,
And the feelings that I,
Can no longer convey
That deep down in my now
Voiceless heart,
My love for you still grows every day

I apologize now, so far in advance
For my decline, should it unfold
When the memories I try
To build every day,
Become deleted by error
By a mind that’s grown old

My winter may come at an inconvenient time,
Our seasons out of tune
While your life’s in full stride, just as mine weakens,
When your Spring is here, finally in bloom

Hesitate not to shed a fast tear,
Though I’m sure that I, will not know why
Remember my heart as it was when it spoke,
When life was young and had time on my side

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