18 May 2018

Age Rushes Us



Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather's house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow. . . .
~ Lydia Maria Child

  


Journeys we take repeatedly from home
to parents should leave ruts in roads travelled,
but we find them in hearts and minds instead.

There they speed up or slow down on approach
depending on what we anticipate—
pleasure or pain—until age rushes us.

We grow old, but they grow older, and hard
as it is to see them decline, we watch
to love and watch to learn, aware we’re next.

Mortality has had its way with us.
What now can we govern? What controls us?
What kindness have we earned? Where is it from?

Unconditional love exists if we
can leave our ruts and give wholeheartedly.



 My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast









2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the idea of ruts in hearts and minds, as we see our parents through their final journeys. Age does rush us, in our later years. Each week feels like two days to me. I want it to slow.

kaykuala said...

Unconditional love exists if we
can leave our ruts and give wholeheartedly.

Very true Susan! Though many are too much of being in a hurry and not giving it a fighting chance!

Hank