Back in my late teens, I was a fairly prolific poet. Not a particularly good one, mind you, but I sure did love staying up late into the night and mashing words together until they turned into something not-quite-beautiful. About a year ago, I wrote a poem centered on what it might be like to age.
I have an obsession with aging. After all, barring unforeseen circumstances, it’s something we’re all going to have to deal with sooner or later. I’m not afraid of it, I’m not afraid of getting wrinkles and grey hair and all that. It’s just a part of life. Society’s obsession with staying young and beautiful forever strikes me as not only foolish, but also damaging. So I say, bring it on, Father Time!
Anyway, the poem I wrote has been sitting between the covers of an old journal for the past year. I dug it out a few months ago and submitted it to a poetry blog, and much to my surprise and delight, it was accepted to be featured! On December 10, “Grandmother” went live on We Poets Show It and I’d love it if you’d check it out. Let me know what you think! How do you feel about the process of age and our culture of youthful preservation?