Poem for Today

Spent some time with my parents last month...They seem older and more frail...Thought of this poem.

Gray

The sky over my parents house is blank,
Gleaming pale,
Like a vast fluorescent bulb.
With the air heavy and moist,
I wonder what solace I can bring.

In two years they have aged ,
and I forget that I have too.
With all my losses and gains,
My sicknesses of heart
and traveling for love,
Of losing and finding it, and fearing it.

The folks remain simple - older, scruffy,
and sometimes smaller.

So, I don't mention my sorrows,
I tend them.
But I feel alone too.


January 2010