What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a little girl
Playing in the mead
Her mother’s heart and soul
Focused in her heed?
What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a little girl
Riding a bicycle in the park
Her mother calls out in fears
The girl’s too excited to hark!
What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a teenage girl
With her books on the way to
school
Cheerful, charming and chirpy
In her classes and fields smart
and cool!
What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a young woman
In love with a young man
Walking hand in hand in floral
path
As time beside them ran!
What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a Holy Church
And newly wedded groom and bride
With parents, relatives and
friends
Joyfully standing at their side!
What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a mother
With sons and daughters three
Happy and contented in her home
Her children like birds flying
free!
What are you gazing at, Grandma?
I’m looking at a widow
Her man is in hearse moving to
the grave
All her children have left the
nest
Having set her in an old age Home
to save!
That old woman is gazing at
herself
Now seated in a donated old chair
Looking through years of past
Unsure of her breaths, trembling,
stumbling
Who knows how long they’d last!
Xavier Bage
Mon, April 12, 2016
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