Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Day 17 of Poetry Month 2018

Bequeath Life’s Wisdom Before Life’s End


Within the minutes of this day,
bring forth the dew of one forgotten morning,
glorious in its dawn,
mellow in its tune, and
add parts of you and me without remorse.
Stir well with spoons
made of all our treasured wishes,
lost in the sacred fabric of our youth.
Sift in a teaspoon of respect,
lay out to rise as
time weaves into all those moments
that we forgot but should remember.
Give us the full-blown wisdom of old age
when we could use it better.


© 2018 Catherine Woods

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