Growing into Old – a poem by my friend Sally Graham
Well, here we are on the eve of National Poetry Day and my friend Sally has just read me a poem she’s written called ‘Growing into Old.’
As Sally is in her 80s, but with more energy than 3 people half her age, I thought it would be a lovely, hopeful poem to put up for the day itself, whose theme is Change.
Growing into Old
Growing into old, expanding to fulness
The gathering harvest ripe, savoured, mellow
No longings for the fragile shoots of youth
The struggle to reach up to the light
No shadows steal it
Every leaf caressed by light
Light which filters twixt the branches
Reaches to the sap still rising
Life vigorous
The seasons gentler
The urgent passion to hold on, gone
The soaring spirit free now
To chant a vibrant joyful love-song to the ever-growing years.
By Sally Graham
Sally is presently enjoying spending more time writing the story of her time in Africa with the Karamojong – a warrior tribe in North East Uganda – working with village midwives.
Here are some of the VMM stories and new work opportunities http://www.vmminternational.org/
Here are some of the VMM stories and new work opportunities http://www.vmminternational.org/
