stories…

stories

i will be
that old woman
knarled in beauty
hands steady
in their frailty
voice quavering
with wonder
and strong sense
of time passing
life living

breath not held
but rather
inhaled deeply
and with great
abandon
as if it all mattered
most
while standing
at the edge

i will be
that old woman
holding stories
in her lap
wrapped
in tender arms
in love
with the telling.

©adc 7/10

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4 thoughts on “stories…

  1. when do the stories she holds in her lap begin?

    have they started now? are they already being told? does she love them or the telling? or both?

    i think i see her already, inhaling deeply.

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