Thursday, February 17, 2011


Ceiling by Dale Chihuly
Like stained glass,
aging women--
strong to the touch,
tempered by fire,
poetry still
in a certain light.
Yet there is fear
of approaching night,
the muting of colors,
that day we will shatter
in a thousand shards...
At eighty my mother said
life is not just about holding on
rather, finding joy
in what remains--
suncatchers in a child's room,
all those dazzling pieces of glass
dancing with the light.
~ mimi


Blogger Don Stabler said...

So Lovely Mimi.....

10:27 PM  
Blogger Sharon Auberle said...

thank you, Donnie.

9:21 AM  

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