To Be Reborn In The Morning

To Be Reborn In The Morning

Day 12 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge!!   This is something that I wrote as an homage as to how the elderly are sometimes forgotten and disregarded.   I grew up watching these ladies tending their gardens, they were out usually before the sun and took immense pleasure in their handiwork.  Most were widows and received very little company except for active little children like me who often managed to toss wayward balls into their yards but were never admonished.  I think that few seconds where we interacted was the longest time most had spoke to another human being now that they had gotten too old.  I hope that we never forget how much a gentle smile, a warm embrace and a pleasant conversation can mean to another person.


As I toil in my garden, I look for a friendly smile from passersby, hoping that they’ll take a moment from each other’s glances to notice an old lady waving hello,

But their lively conversation is too compelling for them to take a moment to acknowledge a foolish woman who holds on to the hope that one day they will.

The sun goes down and shadows play along the darkening city streets,

Illuminating shapes of those whose boisterous laughter is heard through the canopies of the weeping willows.

I sit alone on my front porch recalling the times when my legs moved just as deftly and I close my eyes imagining my younger self running in time right alongside the others.

My house used to be one of unspeakable joy, but one of the rewards of old age is losing those most precious to you.

It is late and I’m afraid so I walk back inside to prepare my supper but I will set a place for two in the hopes that someone will come by to break bread and share stories with me.

My body is racked with pain as I prepare for bed; it’s one of life’s cruelties for the body to deteriorate leaving your mind ever so aware of how youth once felt.

I will close my eyes and dream of tomorrow when I will once again see my friends: the sun, my garden and the lovely rocking chair that cradles me as I watch my neighbors go by.



Renee King
  • Michelle S. Hawkins
    Posted at 17:24h, 12 July Reply

    Very nice. Too often the edlerly become an after thought and are forgotten. Good to remember them, because we will all be there one day.

  • Andrea Feinberg
    Posted at 17:30h, 12 July Reply

    Beautifully written, Renee; thanks much for sharing this poetry.
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  • Steve Rice
    Posted at 17:50h, 12 July Reply

    JUst love your writing style. It’s very “nostalgic”…meaning it paints a picture and tells a story. This one was yummy. Made me wanna slow down and sit in the garden too.
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  • Holly
    Posted at 18:01h, 12 July Reply

    I make a point of speeding time with my grandfather. He is 98 and is the oldest one left in his family he still has 3 siblings– it is strange to hear him talk about all the others that are no longer with us. As you have mentioned, he also marvels of the days of his youth when he could eat and move like nothing else and is quite content to enjoy visits from people. He tends to his garden and visits others often. I feel sad as I read this, cause this is certainly not the type of day I would want longing for that connection with people… A great article and certainly something that we should all be more attentive too.. The elderly!
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  • Carolina HeartStrings
    Posted at 18:06h, 12 July Reply

    There is SO much we can learn from our elders. There is so much that has changed in their lifetimes. I would love to see more orgnaizations documenting their memories – both locally and globaly.

  • Candice Michelle
    Posted at 08:32h, 13 July Reply

    Incredible article! You really give the reader the ability to think more among your writing , again thanks a lot .
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  • Athena Brady
    Posted at 10:18h, 13 July Reply

    A lovely post, so thoughtful and compassionate.
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    • Renee
      Posted at 10:22h, 13 July Reply

      Thanks so much, Athena!!

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