Gone The Days Of Primping
Hazelbrook, New South Wales
On sunlit days or cloudy
She sits the world to watch.
Old rocking chair so dowdy
Somehow her mood does match.
Gently she lets her body rock
The calming rhythm gent’ling
All harshness from the world; she takes stock!
Her quieted mind meanders in its thinking …
From yesterday to distant childhood …
Momentary pain, back to youthful joy …
Her mother’s soft caress, poor Depression food.
Deep warmth of father’s voice, kiss stolen by a boy!
There’s a certain sense of grace about her …
An acceptance now of all that’s been …
Of what will be … whether trials or laughter!
She’s grateful now for all she’s seen.
Gone the days a lolly cost a penny.
Gone too, the days of primping for a lad.
She smiles as she remembers, and has no envy;
Only gratitude and joy for what she’s had.
And I’m privileged to watch her on this day;
Privileged her reminiscences to share.
I quietly pray on my life’s way,
Just a little of her quiet grace to bare.
Bio: Robyn wrote this poem because she had been dwelling on the gentle and warm ways of several elderly women whose funerals she had been privileged to attend recently. Each seemed to have reached a stage of quiet acceptance and gentle warmth toward those around them in their latter years. The only word Robyn can think of to describe their manner is ‘grace’.