Poems by LaFemPatti
It always amazes the old man
when he looks at the woman by his side
that the passing years have not changed her
since he took her for his bride.
His fading eyesight skips over
the wrinkled cheeks and brow
and lingers instead on the pretty girl sitting where the old woman sits
The blue-veined hands that rocked their babes and pulled him
closer each night, still fix his meals and pat his face and make
his world seem right.
He reaches over and picks up a hand worn with time like an old kid glove,
and he places a kiss in the pretty girl's palm - she will always be
Now some say youth's passions are sweetest, and young love is far more
but the love of the old, like the purest of gold,
is refined in the furnace of time.
Biographical sketch: Just coming into my own as a woman who
knows how to love
LaFemPatti recommends: Rainbows by Unknown
Reason: Sentimental, belonged to my grandmother. Collection
of eloquent old fashioned poems.
Recommendations for writers:
Putting the whole range of emotions of life into words that will
reach out and touch someone's heart