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I could see the constellations
in the sparkle of your eyes.
I assumed that you were ready
to behold the brave o’rehanging firmament
the majestical roof
fretted with golden fire.
I thought that I could teach you
the music of the spheres.
Would you like to see
the universe tonight—the one
that spreads its blanket
of a billion starlights over us?
Quickly the lights flickered from of your eyes.
Sadness spread across your face.
You clutched your little arms
to heart. Not yet. Not yet.
Suddenly, as grandmother,
I understood. Three year olds
have only just escaped the Void
into this Consciousness.
They are not ready
to look back just yet.
We older wiser souls are no longer afraid.
We eagerly let our thoughts fall up
into the welcoming arms
of forever.
At our age we can finally
bear the wonder.
Copyright by Dorothy K. Fletcher.
Used with the author’s permission.
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In 2007, Dorothy K. Fletcher retired after 35 years of teaching English in Jacksonville, Florida, and discovered life as a writer. Her poetry had already appeared in 78 literary journals, magazines, and anthologies when she became a monthly columnist for the Florida Times-Union. A collection of those column essays became the book, Remembering Jacksonville and, since then, Dorothy has published 2 more books about Jacksonville—Growing Up Jacksonville and Lost Restaurants of Jacksonville. She is now tackling the job of monthly blogger/columnist for BUZZ Magazine with "Dining through the Decades.” Dorothy and her husband Hardy continue to enjoy retirement with their children and grandchildren nearby. Learn more about her at www.dorothykfletcher.com.
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Jo:
A most thoughtful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Posted 08/03/2014 09:35 PM
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jtmilford:
Beautifully expressed-reverence for the unknown.
Posted 08/03/2014 08:39 PM
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Katrina:
This poem squeezes tears from me, with agreement shining through.
Posted 08/03/2014 12:43 PM
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KevinArnold:
A light touch buoys this thoughtful poem.
Posted 08/03/2014 10:18 AM
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Larry Schug:
Magnificent! Where we come from is as an important question as where are we going. The hypothesis of this poem is fodder for deep thought and I appreciate the way it is posed in poetry.
Posted 08/03/2014 07:59 AM
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paradea:
Having grandchildren makes Everything all right! Lovely poem!
Posted 08/03/2014 07:41 AM
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rhonasheridan:
I agree with all of this. It is wonderful being a grandparent. That in itself teaches us so much that perhaps you missed when you were even a little bit younger. A lovely poem. thank you.
Posted 08/03/2014 02:11 AM
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