As his bald head bends,
white-crowned,
to smile with
grandfatherly eyes
upon the gurgling antics
of his grandson,
what thoughts amble or scamper
behind his experience-honed eyes,
years-worn with care
for the well-being of his ones,
dearly loved,
as he surveys,
with bittersweet anticipation,
the coming years
for this, the youngest of his progeny
knowing full well
that his life will end
before this wee one's
has scarcely
begun?
©2.21.82 Steve Eulberg
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About Me
- Steve Eulberg
- I am a full-time musician and music educator. "But can you make a living doing that?" is a question I am often asked. My response: "putting all the little pieces together can make a solid whole." The moving in and out of my home location, balancing the rhythms of performing and teaching, public and private life are the themes of these reflections. If you prefer a poetic exploration, you can visit my poetry blog: http://www.steveeulberg.blogspot.com
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3 comments:
Steve,
I have thought several times of the day I must write this poem. Now, and instead,I thank you for having written it.
Bob Komives
Steve,
RE: "Simeon" :
I have thought several times of the day when I must write this poem, now, and instead, I thank you for writing it.
Bob Komives
Thanks, Bob,
it did feel like an archetypal process,
writing this one down.
Steve
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