When You're Ninety Years Old Poem by Randy McClave

When You're Ninety Years Old



She turned ninety years old today
Now at last for her I will pray,
As I think back at her life
As a child, a daughter, a sister, a mother and a wife….


Ninety years old
Memories to unfold,
Stories to be told
Wisdom, which is gold,
A lonely walk down the road.

Old hands to hold
Houses and belongings sold,
Remembrance of moths and mold
Everything is cold,
Actions still to uphold.

Clothes still to fold
Worries have tolled,
People still to scold
Tears uncontrolled,
When you're ninety years old.

Randy L. McClave

Saturday, April 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday,mother
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My Mom just turned Ninety, so I wrote this poem for her, and for anyone else who turns ninety.
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Randy McClave

Randy McClave

Ashland, Kentucky
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