Living the Aging Life

Life and death are very close —

not very far apart.

The distance of a whispered breath —

the pulsing of a heart.

I need a bit of magic in this gray December day.

I need a little glitter, need some fun.  I need to play.

I need a bit of laughter, need some sparkle, need some cheer.

And so, I’m thinking of you.

You’re the best part of my year.

We’ve made it to the shortest day.

The days are getting longer.

Oh, Joy!

Oh, Bliss!

How good is this?

Already I feel stronger!

Today I send you wishes

for a bright and happy day.

I hope that you’ll find laughter

and I hope your joy will stay.

A withered leaf clings way up high,

a dark, lorn blot against the sky.

It clutches to its twig, forlorn,

determined.  It will NOT blow on.

Today I Am.

And, once, I was.

Tomorrow’s yet to be.

I live.  I breathe.

I think. I feel.

There’s more than what you see.

My candle burns for all the world.

Its flame stands clear and true.

It burns for those I care about.

It ‘specially burns for you.

The moon lit up a golden path

across December’s sky,

lighting up the silent earth

as darkness swept on by.

Now Princess is a lonely cat.

She drifts from place to place.

Where once she saw another cat,

there’s now just empty space.

A single leaf

hangs on the tree.

It chose its final spot.

It won’t let go

and drop below–

clings tight with all it’s got!