On Aging- Mother and Me
You traveled down this path of time;
I traveled as well but differently.
You walk slowly along, gracefully-delicately;
I run behind following, stumbling, falling.
Your steps are slow, beautiful, deliberate;
My steps are unsteady, clumsy, dangerous.
You keep to the center, straight and safe;
I wonder away and get lost in blissful darkness.
You make your ascent slow and easy;
Taking the obvious and logical steps.
I ascend by the way of jagged cliff;
Steep, rocky hills, thorns and pain.
You will arrive well preserved, unwounded, beautiful;
I will arrive worn out, bloody, beaten, laughing loudly!
