Mandy Baldwin Poems
|2.||His Mother's Son||10/9/2011|
|4.||Will I Be A Mad Old Woman?||10/8/2011|
|7.||A Day On The Beach||10/9/2011|
|9.||Yours In A Heartbeat||10/9/2011|
|11.||On Becoming Saggy Just When You'Ve Got Your Act Together||10/9/2011|
|14.||Eyes, And Other Parts||10/29/2011|
|16.||Peace Is Best||1/8/2012|
|19.||When I Am Old||10/9/2011|
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When I Am Old
One day, when I am very old
This hurt will be forgotten.
I’ll quietly, carefully, walk through the town
Button my coat against the cold
And think about my shopping.
I’ll pass the little bridges
And the church where we lit candles
And I won’t remember, I’ll have no care
That once upon a long-gone time
We held hands there.
I won’t remember how we watched
The water swirl against the old brick wall
And promised we’d come back one day;
Or that you smiled into my eyes
And told me I was beautiful.
I will have forgotten, in the busy passing ...
It's quieter now, and the old cats, once kittens
Can sleep in the sun, remembering, as I do.
But yesterday was now, once, and
It wasn't the good old days, then.
The faces you washed and kissed
were older each summer, then older again.
And the little bare footprints on the path
That dried in the sun of those summers past
Are larger than yours, now