Far used to be
my elderly self -
tiny on the
horizon at
world’s end.
That aged lady
is not so small
anymore as she
waves her hand
at me in greeting.
I amble, in no hurry
to take that hand
in my own hand -
glad of the walk
and the persistent
passage of time.
This is a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteMmm... I love your approach to aging in this piece. I can definitely relate! Can we turn around and run the other way?
ReplyDeleteI like this. Just so you know, I've been reading, in fact fell asleep over E last night getting caught up.
ReplyDeleteWhat an original image - really like it!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I've been mostly surprised at what is coming up in these prompts. For example, way back in September when I made the list I thought I'd be writing about Zambia for "Far."
ReplyDeleteJust think how knowledgeable she'll be when you finally catch up with her. :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
ReplyDeleteI love this one. And it is so timely. Just this morning I looked into the mirror and saw a glimpse of my own aged lady. Thank goodness I quickly moved before she could grab my hand.
ReplyDeleteWow! Great job Dana..
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this one.
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Loved this and knowing that she's getting closer makes us want to live each day well...
ReplyDeletebut... but...but... that old lady is getting a little too close for comfort lately. :)
The far off woman, what a beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of how I used to think about my daughter's teenage years. I remember when she was a baby, and I was a teenager and I thought... one day this infant will be 16. Now that she's almost 13, that one day doesn't seem like such a leap any more.
What a terrific piece of work!
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