I Am An Aging, Living Being
by Marie Elena
No longer vibrant
smooth
-skinned strength, framed
on the nightstand
No longer quick
-witted or
-stepped
fluid in mind
agile in stride
No longer resourceful
proficient
a step ahead
with a head in the game
At times still life,
I am life, still
I am aging
living
being.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
pictured words 
Oh my. So behind in my reading and only just caught this one — beautiful, Marie! So poignant & honest. ❤
You are not allowed to age. I mean, you are, and you will: but I will never be ready for it.
Beautifully written, Marie. I just visited my 98 year-old aunt, who now resides in a nursing home. She managed to live her life in an apartment until recently. It’s hard to see the defeat in her eyes, having to give up her independence.
Thank you Sara. 98. Bless her heart! “Defeat in her eyes” describes it exactly, unfortunately. Sometimes I believe we live too long. 😦
Well expressed. In the next room is an aging being who will be 96 this Friday.
Thank you, Sheryl Kay! Would that be your mother?
Yes, it is. I cannot grant her birthday wish- to be younger. I reminded her age will not be a problem in Heaven.
Can’t blame her for that request. 😉
Every line oozes compassion… Beautiful – poem and image…
You are always so kind and so generous. Thank you, Nurit!