I am a broken, colorful
when I was alive, thriving
extracted from a beautiful
for who I am today
a relic, don’t pull me
for what I was
what I am and what I might
I pulled this drawing and poem from 2011 archives.
They speak of the heart and I think the heart of the elderly is so fragile yet so fragrant like the lilac.
No one wants to yield to old age and all the symptoms but we have little choice.
As the days grow to a sepia, let’s remember to relive yesterday with our dear parents and family members. Let’s love them for who they are today.
One of my clients a very talented musician and educator told me recently that she had been invited to tea with a world leader. And yet in all her recollections her moments now are the sweetest and she has contentment.
Art: “Fragrant Lilac” 2012 L. Moon Designs