The Maiden the Mother and the Crone
The Maiden
I wake up in the morning and stretch,
Luxuriating in the feel of a young body
Able to follow any command given.
With no pain
And with No fear of injury.
My mind floats distracted by the millions
Of tiny insignificant thoughts
Drifting through.
I try to focus on just one of the tasks
That occupy my time,
But I cannot seem to find
The motivation to use
All the energy
I have.
The Mother
The afternoon has come far too soon.
There is not enough time to do
All the things I neglected this
Morning.
I rush with the city,
Smoke pouring from my engines
As I race to do the things
That my kids require.
My love never lessens.
The world is my child,
And I am
Forever and always
Its mother.
The Crone
Old age has come with the evening
But now it is the time for joy.
I have lived my life
To the fullest of my possibilities
Even if my body
No longer can move
Like in the morning
My soul still dances
On nimble feet.
But oh how I wish
To go back in time and
Dance again.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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