By: D. DiFrancesco
The pain of watching one wither away
Indescribable and yet inescapable
Remembering how vibrant and energetic they were
We think they will never go away.
I can still see her
In the kitchen apron on making a meal
It doesn’t matter which one it was
They all are precious memories to me.
I was a child
She was everything to me back then
Eyes shining, the silkiness of her voice
These were some of my happiest days.
Then childhood passes
Like the sweep of the second hand
Harsh reality clings like beads of sweat
Those once so virile commence to fade.
We try to stave off the inevitable for as long as we can
But alas it proves useless
No magic elixer can halt the decline
How swift does frailty overcome us.
Her eyes have sunk into evenings dark abyss
The hunch in the back, a sign of a life of burden
Her stride gives way to a shuffle
The mercy of others her only salvation.
No longer able to self-sustain
Twilights arms embrace who she once was
A child returns from where it started
The circle of life incarnate.
Her mobility has vanished, now forever prone
But oddly the memories of her past are clear
Thoughts from more modern times she can’t remember
Eternities multitude is calling her home.
She’s withered away, her grace in passing inspires
In her destiny we see ourselves
We fear this most as our time here is finite
To our maker we must trust our mortal souls…farewell.
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