Retirement Childhood Poems

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Details | Free verse |
To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind’s still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It’s your reflection of love that’s given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love.
For contest: Reflections of Love

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
There she sat all alone in her recliner
Pondering all the days of her youth
Canoeing, climbing trees
And yes! Catching crickets!
She would catch them by the dozens and then sing to them
Then she would set them free
It was all in a day’s fun as she danced and pranced in the sunny meadow
She would wake up and head right to the same spot every day 
Starting all over again as she had to get to her quota
She had a certain number she had to meet
The number was twelve!
Twelve cookies made a dozen!
Jesus had twelve disciples too!
She had to catch twelve crickets and then entertain them!
After she sang her little heart out she would release them back into the wild
She was the one who God sent to entertain the crickets
Boy did she like to sing!
As the old lady sat in her chair she pondered the days of her youth
She pondered the songs she sang and she began to hum a happy tune
All of a sudden in the corner of the room she heard him
It was the lone ranger cricket
Her heart began to dance and she began to hum
She had relived one of the happiest memories since the time the doctor placed her on oxygen
Everything is gonna be alright now she felt
She knew Jesus sent her the lone cricket to show his love for her
She stopped to pray and a tear streamed from her aged cheek
“Thank you, Jesus! Thank you for sending me this little cricket!”

Written for my dear sister Beatrice 
Gwendolen Rix
10-5-14

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014