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 