I remember when the moon was small;
no larger than your soccer ball.
That's how old I am.
That jumping cows could clear its height
and puppies laughed to see that sight.
That's how old I am.
There were no birds, just nests of eggs.
T'was long before snakes lost their legs.
That's how old I am.
I watched the rocks each climbing high,
becoming mountains in the sky.
That's how old I am.
I felt a goodness grow in me
that promised life eternity.
That's how old I am.
I watched a glint of stardust shine
before creation made you mine.
That's how old I am.
I sowed the first seeds of galaxies
when light was still a fantasy.
That's how old I am.
But here, I chose to spend my days.
I've watched you fight and watched you play.
You've grown, to my detached dismay.
Oh, care for me, my bairns a-stray!
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My Bairns A-Stray
Hello, Thomas,
This has the temperament I believe Mother Nature really owns. A gentle reminder of just how long she's been around, and our own significance. What a wonderful approach.
Thank you!
L
I don't get the animal imagery
But, I get the sentiment
Your piece feels like an ode to longing