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Unstoppable time

Updated on December 31, 2014

I worry...

I try to visit as often
as I possibly can.

I am constantly aware
that the day is coming.

The day I dread,
when my parents are gone.

I don't know how others do it
how I will do it.

They still worry about me
they still revel in my accomplishments.

I still strive to make them proud.
Even after all these years.

Though a grown man of 60
I worry often.

Is this normal?
Have others borne this weight?

Do others worry as I do?
Or am I crazy.

The changes come before we're ready

Time, no life,
has sped by.

I was unprepared,
is it so for everyone?

My parents minds
thankfully remain sharp.

But the years
have overtaken their bodies.

They've come to depend on me
and I am happy to help.

But it is so hard to see them struggle
to accept their diminished strength and energy.

If it is this hard
to witness their struggles

How hard will it be one day
to accept my own?

Slowly you become the parent

Yesterday I brought my mother
to her friend's wake.

It was her oldest friend
a friend for over 70 years.

She went suddenly
no opportunity for good-bye.

My mother is crushed, the sadness
hanging on her like a robe.

Scores of pictures of her life to see
and my mother in a number of them.

How hard it must be to watch
as your contemporaries leave this world.

Sad and frightening too
I don't want to imagine it.


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    • animalman profile image

      animalman 2 years ago from East Providence, RI

      Thank you all for taking some time to send me such kind words, it's appreciated.

    • FlourishAnyway profile image

      FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

      Beautiful. It is hard to switch roles. Very hard.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      you are fortunate to still have your parents living. Mine both passed away before I was 50. make the most of everyday and tell them how much they mean to you. It all happens too fast. Nice poetry.

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      Ed Palumbo 2 years ago from Tualatin, OR

      Both my parents are gone now, and I too found it odd then difficult to see them age, mindful of the inevitability of their passing. When they died, in turn, I was acutely aware of all that remained unsaid and all the plans that time had rushed past. Treasure them while you have them, explore the family history, listen patiently to their stories and experiences, and know that you leave footprints behind, just as they do. Embrace all the best memories, and forget anything else. Keep the memories, not the baggage.

      Best wishes. I enjoyed your writing.


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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      we all worry.. and time waits for no one.. i hate to think of it.. but i have no choice.. good share

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      Joleen Friesen 3 years ago from Alberta Canada

      My first job as a teenager was in a seniors home. Thoughts like this went through my mind daily as I watched family interact with their elderly parents.

      I don't don't believe anyone is ever ready for old age. I also believe it's not for the faint of heart.