To Yul

The baby was a chrysalis The woman a butterfly. Your age now is mine When I was yours And held you on your first day Coming into the world So time rolls From me to you, but I Have never seen the thing And believe The frost upon my hair Is only a change of season A climate of my age.

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Charmaine Chircop

Date: 12/26/2009 6:43:00 AM

lovely i indeed--this climate of your age is forever young at heart-Charma

David Byrne

Date: 12/26/2009 12:22:00 AM

Really well written! I had to read it several times . I like the ambiguous approach. Thanks for so many wonderful comments on my efforts. When I have more time I will be reading more of your work. Seasons greetings David

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/25/2009 8:52:00 PM

I like this one. It is short but says a lot and as we get older we sure do write more and more about this topic! luv, andrea

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 12/25/2009 7:24:00 PM

Distinguished, L'nass, I would call it... great free verse to share with us on this special day ...your lines are something to ponder and reflect upon in this New Year... like "the woman a butterfly" line very much... enjoyed... blessings... luv... Linda-Marie

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 12/25/2009 7:05:00 PM

beautiful, my husband was saying he was glad to have a little hair even if it is white.

Sue Mason

Date: 12/25/2009 4:31:00 PM

Beautiful write here L'nass and I love the last 3 lines ... smile ... this year I am not going to change my hair color for any reason ... smile ... thanks so much for being at the Soup! Do I have your day/month of birth for my cake blogs???????????????????

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/25/2009 4:27:00 PM

Nicely done. I especially like the last three lines. Keep the pen flowing. Sara