I’ve grown older
But certainly not colder
In fact a bit bolder.
The more I know
The less I understand.
I try to read, but
The words have become blurred,
I cannot read them.
Not without help.
I rise from this lonely old bed to get my glasses. Knowing I’ve laid dormant for too long.
And when I read your book
Every word says the same to me.
The beauty, the pain… the anticipation, the disappointment… the exhilaration, the sadness…the unfettered joy; the pure celebration of another person’s life.
All expressed with a twinkle of your eye, better than 100,000 words
You are so pretty I forget the pain of what no longer is
and vow to love again… if only for a moment