“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 –
Understood.
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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