Feet

You wait beneath
drought parched land
he stiffens
as bent curved tree
detail memory fades
once sharp pinpoint light
emanated by moonbeams
he sees my feet as yours
your face I see in a mirror
the years bring you close
as you wait

This was posted for Jamie Dede’s Wed Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2016/11/16/for-mrs-whitman-a-poem. I am not sure if my piece hits the mark of her prompt as she talks about the writing of a fond memory and juxtaposition. For me that happened recently when I visited dad and even with dementia he saw the likeness between my feet and mom’s (now passed away) and was touched. Even with my aging I find mother in my features, especially my eyes and expressions, and know that youth is always there. If you would like to participate in her Wed prompt and look for them weekly please pay her a visit and enter your poem in Linky.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

wait-for-him

Hair silver strands of silk
sunlight dancing against her
face drawn but still youthful
few age lines caress her face
time tenderly holds as dear

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Eyes in the mirror remember
times youth was her friend
running alongside her as she
played the wind in her hair
train flying down the tracks

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Visions of newborn babies
light ’round her head with
cries of delightful chatter
growing into children who
quickly grew having their own

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

Aging shows in her reflection
a body very slowly moving
her mind cradles the energy
youth once displayed now
disparaged by passing years

Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance

My mother aged gracefully, I felt, although her ill health made life very difficult but in the few years just prior to her death, she would mention now and again how her feet were still nice looking. Her own mother’s feet were knarled and unsightly due to arthritis so I believe it was important to her somehow that her own remained beautiful. She loved to dance so having feet still able to do so was important to her.