YEARS Wear your years with a flourish of garb. In spring choose fabrics decorated with wildflowers. In summer go halterless and don a long satin skirt. For the fall I commend a comfortable reddish brown-toned cape. Come shivering winter, bundle up your time-worn body in fur, befitting the passing of many seasons .
Old Body A house of cards, a latticework of papery skin, fragile like insect wings, soon withering to dust. But, in the crevices of the intricate webbing a crackling, humming-like electricity continues to spin life’s memories long after the cards have collapsed.
Kisses I hold your sweet face in my trembling hands. Gratitude bubbles over a I remember all the kisses I drank from your lips. There were juicy kisses, lips puckered in surprise, kisses blown in greeting and farewell, soothing kisses softening sorrow. I like your smiling lips best, as when you sealed our life-long bond with a passionate kiss.
Love Affair with My Grandchildren From my basket of love affairs I pluck a fleur-de lis in memory of my grandmother. Then I pull out others–for friends, my husband. Each time I reach into the basket it fills up again, love blooming in profusion. Next, my grandchildren blossom, each uniquely fragrant, wafting through my old age. Oh, how I love them!
Ute Carson has been been a writer since youth and has published books, stories and poetry collections. Please visit her website for more information. www.utecarson.com
