The Oldest Amongst Us

She fed our soil

She taught our teachers

And now she lies

Sick and unprotected

The oldest amongst us

Her bones bare

Spots of skin open

To the flies collecting there

She unable


To call out

I used to think it an illusion

How could we not cherish that gold

The glistening beauty

That collects in every wrinkle

She lived a life

She kept us in her fold

How can we not

Be there for her


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. pearlz
    May 01, 2013 @ 16:34:41

    You could keep writing more along this theme – would be interesting.


  2. Dom DiFrancesco
    May 01, 2013 @ 20:12:07

    Beautiful poem, really touching.


  3. nelle
    May 02, 2013 @ 15:01:50

    You and Susan both reach in deep and pull out the most extraordinary things.


  4. ittymac
    May 06, 2013 @ 08:57:59

    Earth. Beautiful. I need to be careful, I’m at risk for becoming a groupie; how unseemly at my age…


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