A lot changes in a little time
The weather, the grey hairs, the grass, the rain
The friendships, the reasons, the wrinkles, and the days
No one ever sees change coming
I see it everyday, time and time again
The bliss, the endless amount of love they have for each other
It’s the morning dove you see fluttering its wings in the kitchen
Just awakening before the coffee turns cold
It’s the jazz music they dance to
Their minds free, souls away, and bodies angled at the perfect degree
Nothing disturbs them except for a spilled glass of wine
Have you ever thought about how fast an apple turns brown?
As the family sits down suddenly something has changed
The man we all once saw as powerful and strong
And able to sweep his wife off her feet
Had somehow fallen victim of Parkinson’s disease.
The love I saw still exists but I wonder to this day
Why, why does love have to be depicted by utter weakness
The failure to move his body to walk to speak correctly was love
How could something so wrong end up in more... love?
If we love because of our vulnerability, then why does our civility turn to mold when we are asked this question
What is our definition of love changing into?
Seeing my strong and proud role model
Made me see life differently, turn my light on
Life is a weird phenomenon
We get too scared when we encounter a bit of strife
So we back out we complain
Turn life into something slightly more mundane
Were so mortal it scares us
We don’t do the things we want
We become insecure so people just flaunt
All the materialistic ideas they have of love that are not true
My second set of parents that live next door
Have a type of love for each other that lasts evermore
But the faces I see when the wine glass shatters on the wood floor
Are the subtle reminders that our lives are short and fragile
An apple turns brown in a short amount of time but that short window is what matters most
Hannah, dear, my precious girl
Work hard keep your chin up grow tall and driven
Be educated, have a family, and make sure to be skilled
And do your best not to be the bucket list unfulfilled