‘slowing down.. forgetful…’
these were my sister’s terms:
a visit, then, to see my mom
these things indeed confirms
but four score and five years is long
to be upon this earth;
including nearly three score since
the first of us was given birth
but my mom — she does not look back;
she forward-looking ever is —
and pain and loss-of-function have not
dimmed anticipation
for though the sun may slowly set,
and day give way at last to night,
she will not vanish from the fight,
nor give in to temptation
to not do what she can while there’s still light to see around:
nor cease from living while there still is living to be found
(Photos taken March of 2015. – Owen)
To share is human:
Still elegant and beautiful. Extraordinarily so.
Gosh! A real beauty!
A pretty face of courage. One can’t help hoping someone has painted her recently.
My late father was a painter, as it happens.
I would say, “Seriously??” but I know you’re serious. I suspect he painted her at least once. 🙂
He did. I have one of those paintings in this very room.
Just found this- lovely-a role model for us all.