I started this poem Sunday, before snow fell upon the daffodils of today’s haiku. But even a foolish hope is better than none. I have this notion that wisdom is more for the brain, whereas the heart is given to folly. And that’s a good thing.
Young and Old
My father, when he was dying of cancer
(younger than I am now), confided to me:
“I’ve never felt older than 19 in my heart.”
It explains how I too never feel quite
grown up. And my uncles the same: men
in the chassis, boys beneath the hood.
It’s a good, thing I think, for the heart to be
a little foolish. A soft breeze blows; daffodils
bloom. I cherish a foolish hope winter is over.
My own teen years were not my best –except
for taking up life with you. Were are hearts
not a little foolish, how could we have lasted?
Very Beautiful!! I will never forget seeing Richie Havens in concert. and at one point he is telling a story, and in it he says, “We always stay the same age (mentally/in our hearts), as the age we left home at.” For me, that is one of the truest things that I have ever heard.