now i am the old lady


sitting alone in my old rockin’ chair
ya think i’m neglected? i don’t
time with my loves have only
two measurements:
time they are here, time they return.
holding no expectations
here and returns
make for great jubilation

there’s rhyme and reason
rockin’ alone
thru the ashes one finds
flip sides to past consternation
forgiving others becomes as easy
as forgiving self
seeing self as friend is to
reclaim our very own birth right

golden years become golden
in full acceptance of
all life is a circle
bury me please
in an old pine box
don’t want no
ashes to ashes
want fertilizer