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Thank you for calling today

Poetry By: hollydar

Poem relating to old age

Submitted:Sep 2, 2009    Reads: 329    Comments: 16    Likes: 7   


She was old, she was wrinkled and looked very vague

As she rocked in her chair by the door.

I felt very nervous, I must admit, as I'd never seen

old age before.

I was only a child, of seven years old

and Grandparents I had none,

But I was a brownie and had to be brave

Although I wanted to run.

She reached out her hand and beckoned me close

And slowly I moved her way

She spoke very gently, with a voice very clear

She said "Thank you for calling today".

I gave her the flowers that I had just picked

And slowly sat by her chair

She told me, when she was seven years old,

She wore satin bows in her hair.

As she spoke of those days, so long ago,

Her dull eyes sparkled and smiled

And as we talked about 'Brownies' and her younger days,

It was as if she was once more a child.

I forgot about wrinkles, as we talked and we laughed

She told me her family was few.

"They don't call too often" she said "so you see,

It's wonderful talking to you".

I called every day, but now without fear,

And a true friend she turned out to be.

I'm so glad that I called all those years long ago,

Because now that old lady is me.

As I rock in my chair looking wrinkled and vague,

I hear a tap on the door,

A Brownie stand there looking nervous

She hasn't met old age before.

She hands me a bouquet of flowers,

I smile and her fears melt away,

As she moves slowly close

I speak very clear and say

"Thank you for calling today"



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