The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 26 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 26

Wolfe's eyes taught me to look into my parents' eyes
There to find all of their lives' pain and suffering
Through her ears learning to listen attentively
Her voice empowering me to take much-needed action
Her compassionate heart giving rise to my empathy
The scent of her perfume mellowing life's bitterness
Her true essence embodying all of my writings...
A small price to pay for her support and encouragement

Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026