What are You Gazing at, Grandma?

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