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Here's a sample of the poems we'll read:
You Are All to All
Walk the path, the street, the world.
Plant your seeds on the farm, the hills, in the yards.
Offer your healing to the babes and crones alike.
You are everywhere,
all powerful, all knowing.
You are all to all.
Show your light,
open your heart,
extend your arms,
to embrace us,
touch us,
join hands with us.
Aging Goddesses
The crones – our mothers, grandmothers,
aunts, old friends, and teachers –
walk arm in arm in pairs
each one supporting the other
on the old cobble-stoned streets,
They are squat, stout
with veiny legs and thick ankles,
their bare feet in flat sandals
showing jagged toenails
or clothed in thick hose
and wide oxfords.
Some move slowly barely able to walk,
clutching each other for support.
They are perfectly coifed.
Their hair short and bleached
hide their age
but not too much.
They wear suits
with skirts always below the knees.
Jeans just don’t do.
They talk as they walk
closely together.
Almost in a whisper
they solve the world’s problems,
impart their age-old wisdom
or decide what they’ll cook for dinner.
They wear their age
as an example.
Softly, simply, elegantly
they are our muse.
They don’t hide
but rejoice in their age.
They thrive in their togetherness.
That’s what counts.
They aren’t alone as they walk
They walk together
As we follow behind.
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