Friday, March 14, 2014

Growing Old

“You’re not growing old,” she said.
“You’re simply growing beautiful.”
I smiled and hugged her with my heart
And placed a kiss upon her cheek.
To be so young – so innocent –
And yet so wise beyond her years,
My eyes stay tears
As memories flow
To fill my simple mind with joy.
Fleeting summers come and go
So quickly in a moon-kissed sky
As subtle scents of lavender
Give yearning pause to sunset’s glow.
The mirror grieves a faded past
Of tears and laughter –
If only I could keep those precious
Diamonds through eternity.
Be still, my sweet.
Be brave.
Be bold to
Relish the joy of growing old.
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