Today, we celebrate poet and civil rights activists, Maya Angelou! In her book, Poetry for Young People, I came across this poem that speaks about aging.
I think it is a beautiful reminder about aging. As I read this poem this morning, I fondly remembered my grandfather, Pa. I think of him often and miss him so very much.
Several years ago when I was working on my Master's Degree, I participated in the National Writing Project. Simply put, this was one the most amazing experiences that I have ever had! It was during this life-changing week that I wrote this poem about my grandfather:
My confidant, my partner in crime, my buddy; MY PA
I see your reddish-brown skin, warm, gentle eyes, and tanned, rugged hands.
I hear your distinguishable laughter, feel my broken heart, and taste my uncontrollable tears.
I wonder: where are your blue jeans, red flannel shirt, and moccasins?
I feel empty because you are silent, I feel cheated because you left too soon,
and yet, I feel lucky to have shared so many wonderful years.
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