Patina Blush

age crawls explores on bended knees stands tall, takes flight to flee as if pursued by marauding thieves from a rocking chair on rotting porch I stare without remorse across snowy fields valleys and forks past fallen walls that crumbled in a compilation of refrain life passed on parade silhouettes marched silent soldiers masked the pain a funhouse mirror reflected fractures unrepaired of me, myself and I that refused to die father’s day that last trip fingertips pages flip marvels captured moments saved the road of life mapped and paved children birthdays Christmas gifts pandemonium filled with tiffs baby records wedding books routes reflect the paths I took once again in quiet repose pages are touched the cover closed a sigh released in quiet reflection recounts a past without objection filled with love sealed with prayer reflections mirror the life I shared chrome though weathered shined through rust tarnish developed a patina blush