THE SEASONS OF HER LIFE

Eyes like saucers blink at the unaccustomed light.
One moment the warmth of the womb, the next a strange new place.
A child in the springtime of her life.
These first few years her mother feeds her, cleans and dresses her.
Holds her.
Always there for every need.

Soon she walks, she talks and plays.
School, and friends, and then,
independence calls and she breaks free.
A young lady who runs home with tear filled eyes
with every broken romance.
Once more a child.

Now’s the summer of her life.
She’s blossomed and bloomed and then it’s she
who brings into this world a child of her own.
She’s brimming with optimism, everything is possible.
She climbs life’s ladder, reaches for the stars.
The great entertainer, the belle of the ball
A partner that worships her every move.
But life’s not always sweet
These are the days of ups and downs.
Mostly sunshine but sometimes showers
Things sent to try her, but she never despairs.

Weary with work she looks forward to the future.
Family grown up and she’s preparing to swap
her days filled with work and toil and stress
for days of contentment and rest.
For now it’s the autumn of her life.
Mellow. A slower pace. Time to stop. Time to breath.
The children now have families of their own
Granny they call her. She gently smiles
as the memory of life’s seasons past
Flood her mind.

Where did time go? It seems only yesterday that she was young.
Pictures from the past flood her mind
Details intact.
She still hears the sounds of years ago, still senses, still feels
But what passed seconds before she cannot recall.
Her partner has gone. Her family have lives of their own
She feels alone. A shadow of her former self.

Weary eyes blink at bright sunlight through unfamiliar windows.
One minute the warmth of her home and now this strange new place.
A lonely confused soul in the winter of her life.
These last few years her daughter feeds her, cleans and dresses her.
Holds her.
Always there for every need.