Sandwich
On the one side, aging parents,
Fighting Alzheimer’s and such;
Yes, it’s sad, it’s hard and yet,
So many suffer in its clutch.
While the other side has babies
As our children’s children come.
It’s both joyful and amazing
Being granddad and grandmom.
And so we become the filling,
For with each and every bite
There is happiness and sorrow,
Anguish mingled with delight.
Though we can’t predict the future
And we shouldn’t live with dread,
It’s a fact that there will come a time
When we’ll become the bread.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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