The Wise Ones–Love Poem #1

To the folks who come to the Poetry Group at

Lake City Nursing Home

Surrounded by the wise ones,

wheelchaired and cloaked

in hand-knitted

shawls,

eyes that have seen,

hands that have worked,

ears that have heard,

minds that have thought zillions of

thoughts,

caught in between time.

that stands so still.

They

share

what is to come,

will come.

When we go,

we go.

Dreaming of peace

and an angel in a golden book,

and love that stretches

all around the whole world,

love me little,

love me big,

love me like a little pig,

love me tender, love me true,

love me the whole year through.

They have lived their whole lives

in the joys of a living love,

while the pale yellow stars shine above.

‘I shall never see a poem

as lovely as a tree,

‘Under a spreading chestnut tree,

the village smithy stands,’

‘Oh captain, my captain,’

Whitman wrote of Lincoln’s

assassination,

we learn something new

even at

one hundred and two,

I love all of you

and yes,

we can live as if heaven

is on Earth.

Tis true,

tis true.

 

 

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About Susan

I am a gutsy, single mom of four in southeastern MN on the great Mississippi River. I love to create a life of passion, I am an eternal optimist and a freak for wellness, local foods movement, all sorts of musical genres, nature, bikes, dancing, writing, art, and funny people .
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