Bringing Mae Flowers

*Dedicated to my Grandfather

I saw my future in hazel eyes

misty with confusion of decades gone by.

The past and the present all intertwined.

Getting lost in the mess of a disorganized mind.

I saw my future in a heartbroken face.

Creases of love and laughter all replaced

with fear of abandonment as memories, erased

the person that once was.

I saw my future in shaking hands

knotted and scarred from a lifetime of wear.

Hands that learned, then led, created, and cared

now clumsy and stiff beyond use.

I saw my future in a life well-lived

full of family and stories and experiences.

A life of meaning that won’t fade away

even if you do.

I saw my future in you.