I get up
make coffee for
my 91 year old mother
and myself.
I remind her
to take her daily
medication.
She smiles
looks out the window,
it's late October
the sun is shinning.
She says
isn't it amazing,
at this age
I've finally found the time
to look out the window
and see so much beauty
in the fall colors
of the turning Maple leaves.
I look,
seeing them also, smile
and am grateful
for the beauty of
my 91 year old
mother
sitting with me here
in the fall of her life.
We sip our coffee.
I am glad
we both
have noticed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisitely, sensitively, compassionately, lovingly, poetically, realistically, simply (but not at all simplistically) told with a poet's pen and heart. I see the slanting sunlight lighting up her already twinkling eyes, that speak of a lifetime of wisdom gained from seeing, experiencing and imparting to you all that she has gleaned. I see the bond between you as strong as steel, and as gentle as sunbeams.
Thank you very much.