carolbuckles (carolbuckles) wrote,

Full Circle

Life is full of circles

Sun, moon, faces, eyes

We talk of time as round

Although calendars are square

Our years revolve, through

Seasons coming around

And the seasons of our age

Turn and turn again.

My mother bore me, nursed me

Cleaned me, loved me

I worshipped her, loved her,

And, teenaged, understood her not at all.

I married, bore my own

Lived and learned and grieved

My mother 2000 miles away

I began to see her as human

And now, we are old

She 95, I am 60.

I nurse her, clean her

And love her full circle.

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