Confab of Fiddlehead Ferns, original art by L. K. Burke, used with permission of the artist.

A poem of early spring

Then and now.

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

When I was young, my legs would sometimes ache. My mother would smile and say, “That’s just your growing pains. Your legs are stretching, growing strong.” And so it seemed to be.

These days I sometimes feel pain, it seems from head to toe. Kneeling and standing , stretching or bending, or even just lying in bed, my joints and bones make themselves known.

“Slow down”, some urge with solicitude. “You are getting too old.” But I prefer to see these pains as signs of growth and change.

I must move with more care these days, and a little bit…

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Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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