quintessential rhythms of life
pull at her like unforseen
threads tight and strong
like the chubby tiny fingers
connected to grasping arms
of all the children in her
past, present and future
calling her name as tears
were shed or laughter came
as words calmed their fears
quintessential rhythms of life
like breathing out and in
waking with each sun streaked
sky to watch patient each day
for the moon that will rise
to bring sleep’s calm sway
hoping that energy comes alive
as she wakes again dreaming
of bits and pieces of life
a reel on a camera fast forward
traveling at the speed of light
each year pages flipped in a
book the story not finished but
look and be quick as six decades
creep silent a tendriled vine
quintessential rhythms of life
© August 2012 Renee Espriu
Some people have grief over reaching age 30, 40 or even 50. Those were easy for me but this year is a milestone 60 years fast approaching and it is my turn to feel as though life has gone way too fast. Writing always helps.
