Earth cracked and dried
a forgotten parchment
emanating nothing, not
even dust to hold the
barren roots unable to
sustain him any longer
he rests boughs leafless
penury dreams as the old
growth tree that he is he
reminisces about expanses
of forests that will one
day come to pass when the
youth of new trees planted
once again bring new life
© April 2012 Renee Espriu
Four pairs of eyes
watching me
unaware
all brown, one blue
I am entranced
by their smiles
where
they are captured
there in their
youth
varied colored hues
remaining
timeless
forever standing
still
within my
portrait borders
a gift given
freely and
to few
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
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
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
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.
photo courtesy of http://www.beautifulfreepictures.com
Penultimate visions of time
swirling as particles of
sand through an hourglass
capturing but unable to
hold youth’s victory over
age as the pendulum swings
keeping years in motion
forever capturing the sweet
smell of a rose’s passion a
memories bittersweet gift
while the petals wither to
vanish and die forgotten
                                   © June 2011 Renee Espriu
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