Old
Like you. Like me.
The girls are taller than us now.
Time bears down on our skin, our faces,
Pulling our breasts down
Slowing our pace
Warning us to
Breathe.
We rushed and even stumbled,
Trying to beat their growing up before us,
Before we can even learn about this career called motherhood
Let alone master Life.
They cause wrinkles on our brows.
Their eyes sometimes soothe, sometimes worsen the worry.
Their laughs massage our body aches.
They take after you. They do not take after you.
They care about the things that matter to you.
Sit down.
Get that drink.
Watch and enjoy the fruits
Of our old.
Written for a friend in 2015.
"I am an X in an indeterminate equation. And that X is the rock upon which I stand." - Mario Puzo
The girls are taller than us now.
Time bears down on our skin, our faces,
Pulling our breasts down
Slowing our pace
Warning us to
Breathe.
We rushed and even stumbled,
Trying to beat their growing up before us,
Before we can even learn about this career called motherhood
Let alone master Life.
They cause wrinkles on our brows.
Their eyes sometimes soothe, sometimes worsen the worry.
Their laughs massage our body aches.
They take after you. They do not take after you.
They care about the things that matter to you.
Sit down.
Get that drink.
Watch and enjoy the fruits
Of our old.
Written for a friend in 2015.
"I am an X in an indeterminate equation. And that X is the rock upon which I stand." - Mario Puzo
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