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.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment