Here is a poem my husband wrote when his mother died. She was a modern woman who lived her 93 years with grit and humor. She left a legacy of many years of community service, a successful career in the insurance industry, and a healthy family with lots of grand and great grandchildren. In her memory, I am posting this poem my husband wrote as a result of her passing.
Poem on Aging
The vanguard is down
Arthur Lloyd, reckless father
Jean Vivian, valiant mother
Both gone
I am drafted, trained poorly
And sent to the front
Suddenly in change and clueless
In a fight that cannot be won
Purple scars cover recent wounds
With more to come surely
before the final blow
Perhaps now its just a matter
of earning style points
~David White
Kathleen