Aging Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I can only imaging what it was like to
venture across the meadows filled with flowers and bees
Changes have occurred; the supple grasses are overgrown
Saplings have thickened and become domineering trees

As I try to find the path that once led to a stream
My eyes are blinded by the thickness of the underbrush
My bones are aching, yet I reach for the sickle blade
One swipe at a time…trying to regain days gone in a rush

Searching for those days of endless space and birds flying
above… free to land upon the blooming thistles and sing a song
Expressing peace and joyous contentment…just being alive
My path widens, the sunlight shines…the journey has been long

A voice asks, 'What is it you are looking for…is it within reach? '
Standing at the edge of water trickling in a narrowing creek
A warm breeze brushes against my cheek as though to comfort
I hear the laughter of a vibrant child who is now tired and weak

10/26/09