Gloriously older

Why
should I fear
leaving young womanhood
behind
when all around me
stand older women
glorious as trees
that have held firm
laughing through storms.
Did I see
how much of the sky
you held up for me
as I waltzed beneath
your canopy?
I see you now
all around me like
magnificent
brass pots of life.
Light
reverberating off
every dent,
pouring through
every crack.
Bathing me in warmth.
I know the path will
be glorious.
You have shown me
the way.

This poem is for the many, many women older than me who inspire me on a daily basis. This is for all of you. Thank you for your example. Your grace. Your courage. Your love. And thank you for showing me how to boss this life thing.

4 thoughts on “Gloriously older

  1. I love this – over the past 18months I have grown to love trees and often just stand and stare when I am walking in Nunhead Cemetery. They are so beautiful and calming. Enjoy maturing womanhood!

  2. I am married to one of those glorious older trees for over 40 years – and she gets more wonderful and a closer friend every day. Embrace life’s journey along with the scars and wrinkles.

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