When it's old,
hold their hands - the hands of the leather gloves
of wisdom-
and you hear the things that you went through as a child knowing,
things are very obvious to say.
The things you want your kids to keep,
but they can't tell them now
because children can't reach them.
Yet.
When it's old,
the common place is valuable,
and the thunder
erases into a pale glass sting.
The eyes are small Bethesda pools
of hope.
When it's old,
Your home school
in courses like
"The shortest distance between two points"
is the heart,
and "love is an action verb"
that also connects.
This "time is relative"
but we give it at least to relatives.
When it's old,
you understand yesterday
more than today.
But there are no words to match
but "they show me grace".
Because when it's old,
you realize that we never have
I'm learning.