Suddenly
I awaken, having slept
through some portion of my
life...dreams lost by a conscious memory,
pain and joy still present, somewhat relieved having
awakened for another
day.
A fresh new start ...
Now, my children have grown and; 'i'
alone at last...At last, when there are not infant cries demanding
attentiveness, no longer a sound, no longer...their mother to nurse
their hunger for life.
At last...
They will know of the love that parenthood
had nurtured for their bodies,
chosen for their spirits ...'i' alone at last , free spirited and
aged like some ripened grape fermentiing in a cask whose
seed had long been planted and; now making ready more on it's vine
, like wine, am i better in life's vintage state?
Who will now sip of my dryness, of
fermenting fruit?
Tasting pains of lifes bitter finale
Left with spent spirit, imprisoned in
glass confinement, uncorked and
consumed without regard...
© 1987 ...louie levy
