Jim Yerman Poems

I'm not sure how one explains old age…I'm not sure what rules apply.
At the funeral when my Grandma died…I remember how they tried…

I heard them say how she was a friend to many
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As we walked along a wooded path beside the river's edge
enjoying the evening breeze
we began to notice the sunset…
peeking through the trees.
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It was their 50th wedding anniversary
A truly memorable milepost
when, near the end of the evening,
the husband stood up to deliver a toast…
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She received a lot of advice after her Grandpa died
It seemed to come in waves…
They said Grandpa was in a better place…They told her to be brave.
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Yesterday we celebrated mothers with a Facebook shout out or a tweet
we called them, gave them gifts…perhaps we took them out to eat.

And it is wonderful to honor the person who first sent us on our way
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When you hold the hand of a child…you cannot help but smile
two hands joined that once were two apart
There's something innocent and pure once they put their hand in yours
you feel it all the way down to your heart.
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He was brought up to think miracles were uncommon…in his parents' eyes anyway
highly improbable, extraordinary events…something you don't see every day…

He never thought much about it…those seeds his parents had sown
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If I may be so bold…when you start to get a little old
you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night.
But for whatever reason…depending on the season
you may be treated to some fascinating sights.
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We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we're kissing the Earth with our feet.
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