Passage of time

monterey 3Hair peppered with silver strands

Fine wrinkles lining her face

Reminders of the shifting sands

Of time, the years lost in a haze

Of building a home, earning a living

Nurturing with tender love and caring

Holidays, dinners, gifting and giving,

Days bathed in sunshine of loving and sharing…

Never a moment of dullness, or leisure,

Never a moment with herself alone,

Never a thought of individual pleasure,

Reflected in her family’s glory, she shone..

Where did those days of incessant toil

All of a sudden disappear?

Children left her protective foil

Her husband she lost within a year…

Leaving her memories, sweet and bitter..

At her disposal, endless stretches of time..

For her to laze around and fritter

Away, reminiscing over moments sublime.

Gazing at herself in the looking glass

The greying hair she can finally see

Smiling sadly to herself, alas, 

She mourns the irony of being set free.

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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