Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Ever the champion
of the elegantly wise,
wrinkled, well seasoned,
I fantasized since a teen
of how quaint it would be.

How accepting I'd feel,
wonderfully odd and contrary to youth at full sail
Like an adoption into a foreign culture

Now, having become one
of the many elders at a family gathering,
where I know the opportunities
to be together are limited,

Telling the Great Old Tales
comes with a sadness

I was never good at good-byes


  1. Beautiful Ade...time marches on, doesn't it? Love you sis!

  2. It do indeed, Love. Hope you're resettled. Just now feeling caught up here. My thoughts your way, Mel, and thanks for reading.


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