A little poem I wrote a while ago…but this rewrite was inspired by a lovely afternoon with my granddaughter; if I ever need a reminder of how beautiful the world still is, an hour with this child is all it takes!
In the quiet hum of some ordinary day, as an elder speaks, a
youngster’s at play.
Their two worlds meet in a gentle blend, and they merge their
worlds of old and new trends.
Lines on the elder’s weathered face, echo her journeys, her times, and their place.
The younger one listens with eyes aglow, to tales of yore, of long ago.
“Back in my day,” the elder starts, “things were different, but hearts
were still hearts.”
The younger one smiles, wide and bright, “Tell me more stories, stay through the night!”
The elder laughs, a deep, warm sound, a chuckle resounds with all those
around.
“Well, let me tell you of how we would run, across beaches of gold, chasing the sun.”
The younger leans in, eager to hear the stories that make the past feel near…
“Did you ever climb up to the top of a tree? Did you swim in the ocean, wild and free?”
“Oh yes, we did,” the elder replies, “in our world of wonder beneath the skies.”
The younger imagines, eyes full of dreams, the woodlands and oceans, the rushing streams.
But then it’s the younger one’s turn to share, ’bout the games they now play, the fun, the fare.
“Now we have laptops and it sits on our knee, and sometimes we ballet dance in front of TV…”
The elder nods, a gentle grin, appreciating the new within.
You see, dear friends though times may change, a heart filled with joy is just the same.
Through our shared stories, bonds are made, and between new and the old, connections are laid.
For familial roots run deep and true, bridging the old with something new.
One generation learns from the past, the other can offer a future that’s vast.
Together they laugh, together they sigh, but across generations they’re joined by love’s tie.
Latansani 