Older Now Poem by Susan Lacovara

Between the blend of time and taking charge
of a quiet respite
I am older
Older than the days of childhood summer
and songs
so long ago memorized

I think of my parents
and when they were mine to touch
When their voices were heavy handed sprinkled
Onto the blossoms
of my emerging mornings
I am older
Older than the long strands
of pony tailed hair

I have floated through two hundred twenty four seasons
Landing here on this branch of time
and quite happily call it mine
Having all I need this day
My bright day, beginning
My lover, still sleeping
My dog, ever presently loyal
My sun rises above the pristine picture
Of the lure of the lake
I am older now
Older than the yellowing pages
Of my collection of writtten poetry

And for today, YES, for this very day
I question nothing
with the absence of worry
I simply accept
I am older now