Age

Softened, gnarled, rubbed

loose by years, wrinkled,

worn, revealed; laid bare

in truth once hidden, so

does age make real.

Crack of time

Crack of time did open,
slick the memories,
lock the day in sadness;
succumb to what has been.

In the thrum of grieving,
hope did irk the pain,
shine a spark immortal;
luck would come again.

Crumble did the moments,
lock in space and time,
optimism was my chum;
friend which did remind.

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Softly

Softly came the knowing,
understanding reigned,
holding on to reason,
truths were full proclaimed.

All that had been hidden,
now revealed at last,
scattered through the days;
remnants of my past.

Knitted into costume,
finding place to be,
healing like a second skin;
the scars which made me.

Bird of love

Laugh lightly at the end of days,
weep deeply in its warmth,
spice of wit dilutes the shock;
the bird of love released.

Memories hold fast, in place,
sure twinkle in our dreams,
to  grow a quilt of trust;
and soothe the hours of grief.

Let love lift up its voice in song,
to smooth life's coverlet,
so time can bring its healing;
acceptance takes small steps.

The wren of hope sings quietly,
in words we may not hear,
but sing it does, eternally;
reminds us not to fear.

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