yet her heart in its many years stands gracefully still.
Her eyes have lost their keen vision to connect the needle with the thread,
yet her spirit can see the glistening of life's beauty that is ahead.
Her strength is slowly unraveling making her too weak to spend hours on her work,
yet the hems of her soul are still as strong as her worth.
Her outer beauty has lost it's luster, like the fading of a cloth,
yet underneath her beauty is greater than it was.
I can see her life now as not an ending sunset, but instead the beginning of the dawn,
for underneath a faded quilt the stitches still stand strong.
For Aunt Margaret
Graceful aging is hard to do. We should study people who do it successfully and learn from them.
ReplyDeleteI always wonder what one think knowing that the years ahead are uncertain. I respect you for bringing out the best of her with the dignity she deserves, you painted her young at heart,and unfading beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. What a loving tribute to your Aunt. It serves as a reminder that age does not wash away the beautiful spirit of an individual. Thank you for sharing this. I love it!
ReplyDeleteCarrie, such wonderful and beautiful words connecting your aunt's love for stitching with her loving soul.
ReplyDeleteYour love for her is so evident in your lines.
You have a beautiful blog. Looking forward to reading more...
Margaret :)
I love this line
ReplyDelete"yet the hems of her soul are still as strong as her worth.
I think this says it all - wonderful
Thank you everyone for taking the time to read this poem about my Aunt. It is near and dear to my heart, as she will always be.
ReplyDeleteGoosebumps all over me, I'm still a bit sensitive when it comes to elderly as I've lost my no.1 fan just last November... my Mother.
ReplyDeleteR.S. thank you for stopping by. I am so sorry to hear about your Mother. That is such a hard loss.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, Carrie...such a marvellous and moving ode to your Aunt, the words, the imagery and the metaphor are endearingly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sam, your compliments are appreciated very much. Hope everyone has a great weekend. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a marvelous poem. Stirs the heart.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful dedication! And what a difficult truth to swallow, too. We all will lose our luster, one day. But I always wonder if, somehow, the magic stays inside of us.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to stop in and visit... and say thank you for leaving your footprints at my place... and your trail.
Nevine
Thank you Nevine for stopping by and taking the time to read my blog. I have enjoyed yours very much. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful! My grandma passed away earlier this year and this poem reminds me of her. Strength, despite the passage of time.
ReplyDeleteHmmm. I see you have been writing since you were a child. How brave it is to write...and to bare your soul.
ReplyDeleteCarrie...so beautiful!! And I love the photo! I cried when I read this, I don't know why...but thank you for writing it! I'm going to pass it along to my Mom. She will love it too...((Hugs))
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Terresa for stopping by. I am sorry to hear about your grandma. Grandma's are such a treasure in our lives.
ReplyDeleteAlso thank you Coco,Kat, and Missie for reading it. I do appreciate everyones input. Kat thank you for sharing it with your Mom. I am glad you liked it. :-)
There are so many hands, most no longer here, that sew one's quilt of who we are and you have reminded us in such a loving way.
ReplyDeleteYou've demonstrated that poems are not merely about things we see, brand, & carelessly toss into bottomless valleys of oblivion!..but about inner facts whose beauty, splendor, and worth can only be revealed by digging deeper into our souls.Indeed a captivating & soul-touching poem.Thumbs up, Carrie!
ReplyDeleteThank you Stafford and Awoken Soul for stopping by and taking the time to read my poem. Always enjoy your comments and reading your blogs. :-)
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