This poem was written a few years ago and shared on my other blog under the label "Poetry"; check it out here.
As I was reading back over some of my poetry, I felt inspired to write more about some of them; not to add to what I had originally written, but to look at the why...
Why did I feel inspired to write more about this particular poem?
Well, just looking at the person this poem was written about brought me back to over 30 years ago when I first met him.
His eyes were the most beautiful blue! I think that is what drew me to him. They had a little sparkle in them and lit up when I approached him and began a conversation.
Yes, I am the one that approached him!!
Not the first blond hair blue-eyed musician I've had a crush on; the first was when I was a teenager!
The second one, a divorced 30 something mother of two!
I took a chance and approached him, asking if he ever took a break...
And when I asked him if he wanted to dance during a break, his eyes sparkled as a smile spread across his face.
I guess I have always been drawn to blue-eyed musicians!
And, on that day in May, two years ago, when I looked at those blue eyes more than thirty years from that first approach...
I realized they were not as clear and didn't sparkle as much as back then.
It had me thinking:
What else has changed about this person that I was so drawn to all those years ago?
And the poem enfolded...
The Eyes of Time
Blue eyes
Once bright
And sparkling,
Flashing to and fro,
Watching,
Taking it all in.
Now,
The sparkle gone;
The tiredness obvious;
What memories
Behind those
Blue eyes,
No longer bright,
No longer sparkling.
Blond hair -
Thinning,
A spot balding;
Endearing.
Now,
No longer blond -
When did the gray
Become more prominent?
The balding spot
Filling your head?
You shuffle
Down the walk,
Slower and slower -
Steps once quick and sure,
No longer sure;
Which way to turn?
Did the eyes see...
When
You became
Older?
When
Life
Slowed down...
A slower pace?
How long 'til slow
Becomes slower...
Becomes slowed...
Becomes...
Stopped?
Do the eyes know...
How long before
You no longer go...
On your own?
So much of life behind;
How much is left ahead?
How much?
The eyes of time -
They see...
So much!
They know...
So much!
The eyes of time...
{BJLondon - May, 2015}
My eyes look hard for the person he once was; and the changes that age and disease have brought about in the man I met and fell for so long ago.
It reminds me of the person that used to be.
And that makes him even more endearing to me;
Because, deep inside he is still the same person...
And together we will continue on this journey that I have come to think of as "dementia's demands."
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