Becoming

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 **Proverbs 31:28