Changing
By Cinara
Changing My footprint does not represent a footstep of my own I feel my hands are hands that don’t belong to me alone My mind is not the one that was bestowed to me at birth The only thing that still remains is beauty of the earth My arms are now too weak to lift the smallness of a child My feet don’t care to tread the lengthy distance of a mile My table is a place where with deliberateness I dine The only thing that stays the same is love I know is mine My simple tasks are finished at a slightly slower pace And I can see the shadows of concern upon your face For things are changing gradually, it’s obvious to me That the only things unaltered are the rhythms of the sea The seasons come and go and spin forever round the sun Things you take for granted are the things that come undone No one need explain the upward path that lies ahead The only thing that doesn’t change, is red of cardinal red AS long as roses open to the light of early morn As long as each sweet child cries for life when it is born As long as I can hear a grandchild whispering my name I’ll be in peace and comfort knowing all has stayed the same Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 08:06 PM PST 0 • 12
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