Give me grace when I am old.
When I tell the same story again and again.
When my shoes don’t match.
When I cannot remember your name.
Give me grace when I am old.
When I am angry at my feet for not
taking me where I want to go.
When I have forgotten that you are grown
until I feel your beard on my cheek.
Give me grace when I am old.
When I do not get to the bathroom in time.
When all I care to eat is pie.
When I cry remembering long ago deaths
like they were yesterday.
Give me grace when I am old.
When my prayers are in disarray.
When my thoughts are attached only
by your listening.
When I need more help than you can give.
Give me grace when I am old.
When I cannot speak at all.
When holding my hand is the best medicine.
When being together is necessary.
When you don’t know what else to do,
Give me grace
lovely poems, love the repetition which makes a prayer
Thank you so much, Pat.
This poem is so sad, but at the same time lovely.
Sniff. Sniff. Sincere and sacred. A whisper–an altar in this world.
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