Layers of Years

I am privileged
To watch youth fade.

I am blessed,
To count the whispers of gray
That wave.

May I be privileged
To taste the wisdom on temples,
Hold the gentleness
Of fingers,
Love the layers of years
Within you.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Be it desired.
Is it required?

Can it be comprehended?
Felt beneath the skin
Less experienced?

Does it demand participation?
Confrontation of facts?

Left raw
Or baked through life
Can it be digested and invested?

Or emotional
A pinch of both extremes
Too lend potency
To empathy

Two parted yet a whole

how understanding
Demands humility
While standing high and bold.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

(Stephen’s word)

For the Words of Weight project.

A Six Word Story (32)

I am much more of a night owl than a morning bird. I love the quiet whined down after a long loud day. Because of that, I have only caught a very few sunrises, yet, they are a miracle that happens every day.

What beauty have you been missing out on? Why?

I think it’s okay to be a night owl, and now catch every sunrise, as long as I remember it still happens, and it’s a gift.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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