Love in old age

I love the many women in my lover’s life:
The mother ,who birthed and left him too early, for her gentle genes
The stepmother who loved another’s child as if he were her birthed one
All those merry young aunts who played with him and sang
sang for the child, cuddled him often for their sister’s sake
His grandmother who knew my songs, music hall ditties
naughty bits made for gentle laughter
the girl who loved and left him
and the wife he married who stayed the course
This man who came so late
expecting only the one thing I could give
my love, dear love and touched me
with tenderness
and truth



About cronelogical

I have wandered the Soul Food places for a long long time, been the donkey's secretary, posted many a rhyme. My earthplace too has been too long and the road up the mountain is sometimes steep but I still live, and love and write or draw for my dear people.

Posted on November 15, 2006, in Reflection Room. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. what a magnificent tribute for Jim and how lucky he has been to have been loved by so many generous women.

  2. I second Heather on this, a lucky man indeed

  3. This is very sweet. Thank you for sharing it.

  4. This is beautiful, thanks for sharing it with us.

  5. I really enjoyed reading this. It felt like a snapshot of life.

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