I posted this poem years ago, although I didn't like it at the time. But today is Thursday, a day of remembrance for my mother-in-law because that is the day of the week her husband died. If her experience is like mine, that trigger will continue for some time. My mother died on a Friday and for many Fridays afterward, I woke up wondering what she felt and saw that day. So I think this is a good day to repost this poem--for her.
Eternal Spring
Late in life, the seasons change
and not to spring.
At our autumn, when we have gathered most
of family, friends, rich years and things,
the friends begin to fall away,
our siblings, and our homes.
Our bodies start a slow decay
and we are left alone
without the spouse who shared our life
sometimes, without even
our memories.
We fear the unknown winter,
but not the One who turns the seasons.
Who gave us the comforts of family,
friends, home, health
and years to enjoy them.
The Restorer of bodies and loved ones.
The Keeper of our memories,
the One who gave them meaning.
And by His light, we all will change
to find our lives have just begun--
Eternal spring.
3/15/15
3/15/15
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