It’s sort of old
this shared life ~ your
blue-eyed smiling
song of how you
came to know it’s
sort of me and
sort of you…
It’s sort of old
how years enfold
and sort of new
how grand ones come
~add harmony.
It’s sort of new
how your silence
shelters her ~ it’s
sort of old how
they don’t let go
ever ~ never.
As an “oldie” myself, I feel the constancy along with the change – and that’s good. Your poem made me smile in recognition.
glad to have auniversal sense, shared – thank you for reading
How beautiful, Jane! I can picture this in a little one poem Valentine book. Did you see the link that I put in at PA on Facebook? This would be neat to pair with that photo of the two woodpeckers!:)
Actually, this reminds me of a song that my Dad used to like, kind of ballad, I guess–Daisy a Day was the title.
Have a wonderful day!
What a cool idea to pair with the woodpeckers – would not have thought without your pointing this out. Gone to look and look up Daisy a Day. TY
Jane, I liked the flow of this, the me and you, old and new. I liked “this shared life” and how that played out throughout the poem.
Richard