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Day’s End On
Table Rock – 1997
The day draws
to a close,
As crimson
tints weave themselves
Into
deepening golden sun beams
And shadows
draw long on the sacred mountaintop.
My adolescent
daughters huddle close
As the day of
their childhood
Draws nigh
into the chill air
Of uncertain
adulthood.
How do they
keep alive the memories
Of their day
in the sun –
Intangible
childhood treasures
That fade in
the lengthening shadows of youth?
How can I
comfort them that those treasures will emerge,
Sanctified by
the dawning of adulthood’s sun?
Is it the
warmth in their closeness
Or in the
surrounding light that jolts me?
It is my day
that ends as well –
In a
melancholy comfort
That once
needful daughters
Remain
sisters forever.
Granville Angell © 2003 |