In between the ages,
is where I am right now,
as they write the pages,
that their young lives sow.
Their grandparents live a time
that treasures every moment –
knowing life is no mime,
but to live in the present.
I sit in between,
silently observing,
holding tight, with hands keen,
hoping for smooth coasting.
I move with every twist,
feel every undulation,
either with a clenched fist,
or open palm of celebration.
My heart is tugged both ways,
sandwiched in between,
like a flag in the wind it sways,
always hoping the best for them.
© Sarah Lee, 12 May 2016
Island Bay, Wellington, New Zealand, at dusk, in between day and night.
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What a beautifully written poem. It has really touched my heart so thanks for sharing. 🙂
Now and again I read a poem that brings tears to my eyes, this is one of those times. Very touching, personal and with great feeling. To sum it up….fab!:)
mainy – myrealfairy
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I love this! The first and last verses are just perfect. Beautiful words. #prose4t
PS. Don’t forget to link up to #ThePrompt 🙂
This is fabulous! I love the meaning and I can completely see you as the one in the middle. Thank you so much for linking to Prose for Thought lovely xx