Generations

 

The soft breeze touches her grey hair,

She bends into the wind.

She’s not as spry as she once was

As she draws near the end. 

And all that knowing she has learned

She gladly shares with them.

They cluster near her one more time,

The graceful and the slim, 

To hear the wisdom she’ll impart

Before she goes away.

They linger with her in the past

Where her memories play.

For she is all the world to them,

She watched as each one grew.

She loved them, showed them how to live

And taught them all she knew. 

But now she’s ready to move on,

Her love’s already there,

So all her young ones gather close

To tell her that they care.