Winter Doth Set Upon Us Poem by Jennifer Batch

Oh how quickly winter doth set upon us
Whilst the setting sun's brilliant color fades to nigh
An oddity is time for an instant can last an eternity
Yet in the blink of an eye
One hundred years can go fleeting by
The mother sees her child grown
With great longing to cradle her child
Tenderly in her arms once more
The father wonders when his child became grown
And longs for one more day of playfulness
The lover longs for one more chance
To touch the heart which bloomed with
Such a fragrant sweetness
As to take ones breath away
The old man gazes into his grandson's eyes
Knowing through this child his legacy will survive
The old woman gazes into her granddaughter's eyes
Whispering a prayer that she will prosper and grow strong
Yet as seasons come and seasons go
It seems the story remains the same
A broken heart, a wounded soul, toil and pain
Nations at war, famine and fear, joy and hope
Prayers sent forth to Heaven's gates
Whispers echoing woeful pleas in the night
As for me, I cannot say this life has been the journey I expected
Though along the way I have laughed and shed many a tear
I have been the child, the lover and the mother
And as the winter doth draw near
Whilst the setting suns brilliant color fades to nigh
The time will just as fleetingly be upon me
I shall be the old woman gazing into her grandchild's eyes
Alas, oh how quickly winter doth set upon us.