
You’re young
and you meet someone
the right one, and beguiled
your nubile fleshy naïve heart
gets pulled and twisted, bruised and battered
but you survive, thrive and love grows
later perhaps children come
love becomes serious
life, work, house, home
and your muscular parental heart
tenses to carry the weight, holds firm
and your love widens, ripens, polishes.
Eventually the children will leave home
to live recklessly, fearless
to learn, travel, work, perhaps marriage
and your mature, experienced heart
develops a rind, a skin, catching their fallout,
love is strong, easy, trusting, solid, close.
Oh! But then a grandchild is delivered
a tiny scrap of skin and bone
that grows, investigates, absorbs
and with the tiniest fingers
gently scratches away at your heart
leaving it fleshy, nubile, and unprotected once again.
© Graham Sherwood 12/2018
What a lovely representation of the heart’s (and life’s) cycles.
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