Contemplating Mortality, A Poem

Have you been down
to the old homestead
down the trail
and across the path
where the dandelions grow
the old house
it is faded now
the paint peeling
the barn
has fallen
to the ground
and the grass is not cut
but the sky
on any given day
is filled with beauty
the bright, glorious sun
rising over the horizon
or even on a cloudy day
the waft of clouds
float gently by
and the field of flowers
as far as the eye can see
We’ve shared memories there
our family
and though time has passed
everything is rich with meaning
the trail
the house
the tattered barn
and I remember when
we were only children
playing in the field
straw hats rising
above the rows of corn
and mama and papa
sat on the porch
smiling and happy.
How I wish
we could return
to simpler days
to love and wonder
to smiles and curiosity
to laughter and family
but now, I tread this path alone
and I know it won’t be long.

(c) Sumyanna 2016


Photo courtesy of Morguefile (jak)


4 Comments Add yours

  1. I love the picture your words paint. The heartache is both seen and felt. Thank you for sharing.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so much! Truly appreciate it.


  2. i am crying now …i can never get over my childhood days and the people who lived then in my was a beautiful time ,love this most my sweet,you got my heart here,shall we go together there you see mine and i see your memories …love you girlie,hugs ♥

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    1. sumyanna says:

      Our past will always be a part of I’d, no matter how hard we try to outrun it. We are fortunate if we have beautiful memories to hold on to. So glad you liked this Seema.


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