What would the world
look like
If I could see it
from
another set of eyes.
Away from the
fate
That brought
My history and heredity
together.
What would the world
look like?
Every person
Has their Story
To tell.
It is In
The telling
That frames One,
The Words
Spoken Aloud.
Visionaries,
Eventually
Become History
Just As
New
Must Become
Old.
A Baby’s Smile
When you smile at me,
You see me,
You see only me.
Not me in my past
Not me in my potential future,
Not all my constant thoughts flowing out.
You see me,
A face that has become familiar,
A face that brings a smile to your lips
and
Untold joy to me.
How did it happen
When did it change
I don’t remember
I don’t recall
It happened so quickly
I know I was there
It happened so quietly
Rather quite sneakily
The changes that came
Without my approval
Or my consent
Those changes
That changed
My youth
For my age.
Karen Brandow enjoys living in Swarthmore, jotting down random thoughts and musings on life.