Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
The years have rolled by
Hours into days; days into months
Continuous rotation from soft sunrises
To brilliant sunsets on the western horizon
On and on year upon year
Until this tall, slender, white female
Has become an elder, a senior citizen
Or, an old woman; I prefer an elder lady—
With pace slowing from a cheetah to a kitty cat
But, with mental acuity sharp as a razor;
Though the thought processes have changed
From policy and procedure to poetry and prose –
“The purposes is to identify” becomes
‘Love likened to soft velvet”
I’m glad God stopped me from working and said,
“This is what I want you to do now.”
Oh, that my tongue was that of a skilled writer*
Or, that my hand could express what my heart thinks,
How blessed to look at life retrospectively
And see life’s puzzle gradually coming in place
But, still have the sweet wonderment
Of what is yet to be while inhaling the present;
An elder lady with lifetime developed refinement
Combined with a sense of contentment
It is better to be settled in later years
Than the flitting from hither to the yon
Of youth scrambling for meaningfulness
Though that is not true for all youth or all elders;
Searching in crooks and crannies
Wiping away the cobwebs of life
Looking for what may have been or
Ridding the what was and won’t go away
Rainbows, sunrises, sunsets, gentle rains
Add visual flavor and meaning
As the tall and slender becomes bent
And hair turns to silver—
Children rise up to call their mother blessed;**
Sunrise to sunset day upon day
Continually rotating in God’s beauty
From dawn to dusk until eternity
-Evelyn Pearl C. Anderson -2015
* Psalm 45:1
I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face,
I told myself today is going to be a beautiful day.
After all today was the day you and I became one,
It was a dream come true, for you I was chosen.
Everyday I spend with you, I learn something new,
I can't even imagine what would I do without you.
Thank you for being an angel to me all these years,
Thank you for teaching me how to face my fears.
I just hope life goes on just like this forever,
I pray that you and I are always twinned together.
The wind was moving into the mist of heaven,
it is a fog of light streaming from down below,
in its eyes of realization,
into the unknown of the bliss and sound waves
echoing to be into the vastness
of the light blue sky, and beyond the enormous
bright stream of shadowy rainfalls.
I do not know?
A shadowy death spider crawls upwards
Grappling at skin, slowly dragging you down
Creating creases with unforgiving feet
Clinging first to chin
No thanksgiving for your turkey neck
Jowls form, limp, sagging, thin
Then the spider slips under your mottling skin
Between joints, dragging heels
Creaking, chiseling, chipping at cartilage
Eating your apple, crumbling your bones
Stealing memories, mocking mobility
Hair turns from black too silver, and then grey
A shadow of the former you
Total bodily betrayal
And a single, one way ticket, to god know where...