The Child In The Old Woman Poem by Patti Masterman
The Child In The Old Woman
The child in the old woman
Lurks very near the skin;
Though buried by long years of care,
She’ll surface once again.
She shows her face quite shyly,
With a wondering sort of smile;
Her emotions near and vibrant,
For she hasn’t any guile.
The child in the old woman
Be careful, not to wound-
Her days and hours are precious;
She’s leaving all too soon.
You’ll see the child she once was,
In the vagaries of living;
And far from becoming selfish,
Her days are filled with giving.
There’s a beauty in an old face,
That’s lacking in the young,
As she contemplates a journey,
That she hasn’t yet begun.
The child in the old woman
Is much wiser than she seems,
For she celebrates in vision
What we’d only view as dreams.
She hails a new tomorrow,
Past dimensions we can’t see,
And prepares for a new reality-
One where she is finally free.
The child in the old woman
Smiles at secrets we can’t know-
But the biggest one of all-
Inside she never did grow old.
As I was enjoying reading this very much it seems a small cognition jumped up and bit me on the toe. Seems to me that lots of older folk do seem to become a bit more generous and enjoy doing that. There is no doubt you will never grow old..... But perhaps the house you live in someday may want some weather-proofing. Beautiful poem and brings a nice morning grin to my old face..... Jim
So nice! How I wish that many more of us would manage to keep the child in us alive. If we allow the child in us to keep being amazed at simple things, to keep imagining, to keep our old ideals alive, we will live at a higher level. This comment was written by a child in a man :)
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5/6/2024 9:15:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have written so many grand poems beyond compare or critism, that it is difficult for a novice such as I to intelligently say this, but I still am going to: this, in my humble opinion, seems to be an American masterpiece that stands easily on it's own with any other bit of poetry. You have created such a beautiful portrait here with such wonderous words. You've stirred my heart tremendously, as this so makes me think of my own,86 year old, mother. Thank you so much for putting such majesty upon paper.