Where do you go, Grandmother?

Fully adorned in a walking-cane, a neatly wrapped shawl over the shoulders...


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O grandest of mothers! Where do you go all by yourself?

Fully adorned in a walking-cane, a neatly wrapped shawl over the shoulders,

An ever-bending frame.

All a compliment of this world.

Your once youthful skin, showing deep crevasses of lives imprint;

The multifarious shades you must have lived.

 

My long eventful nights have hurried away;

My mornings have embraced the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Seasons spent like wild fires.

All a compliment of this world.

I have lived among great friends and great strangers,

And now it is time for me to board the evening train.

 

First Published:Aug. 15, 2021, 11:49 p.m.

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