grandma
by mandaceehb
she is already growing old
with her
aversion to stairs
hair and skin wrinkling, graying like subtleties of
layered marble
it strikes me that a time will come when
she will not be mobile enough to
dye her roots black,
head bent over sink in the dark bathroom
hair helplessly blossoming into
meadows of fallen snow
when her trembling hands cannot still themselves
enough to secure the clasp of strung pearls
at the nape of her fragile neck
–
i must be growing older too
if i am beginning to see ageing as a process
instead of a state which we are
inevitably gravitated towards
I like how you ended it: “i must be growing older too/ if i am beginning to see ageing as a process/ instead of a state which we are/ inevitably gravitated towards” brilliantly said!
Thank you! š