As An Old Woman ~ Poem

                                         As An Old Woman

When I’m an old woman I shall wear thread and fabric bits stuck to my skirt

Confetti for a party-on-the-move.

When I’m an old woman

I shall carry poetry fragments and song phrases

Dangling from my fingertips like jewelry.

When I’m an old woman I’ll whistle joy

And tell you stories of people that will shape your heart.

When I am old I will have tiny pockets

Filled with beads of every color and shape,

Large pockets for scissors, sticks, sketch pads

Sensible and peculiar tools for creating.

When I’m an old woman

I’ll feed birds from bowls tied to my shoes

And learn the songs they share.

When I’m an old woman I’ll make you pancakes

Shaped like pigs and flamingoes

Serve them with apricot syrup and delight.

When I’m an old woman I’ll sit by the ocean,

Drink in the fog; then paddle a kayak one more time.

When I am old we’ll sing songs about God -

Love that knows no bounds and justice that requires our involvement,

How Jesus loves all the little children

Red, yellow, black, brown, white.

When I’m an old woman I will pray

For those I know, for those I don’t know

And for those I can no longer remember.

When I am an old woman

My heart will be filled with decades of love

And I will be grateful.

 

 

          ©Febraury 21, 2012  Cynthia Langston Kirk