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Monday
Sep122011

Growing Old

he's engaged in normal conversation,
like every visit they share.
they've come regularly since days of bare feet and braids,
since days of excited footsteps pattering on tile.
now they sit,
texting on their phones as he talks to the tops of their heads.
they nod and say the right things,
always leaving him with an emptiness-
he sees his age in their eyes.
they go through the ritual of playing their latest piano pieces,
his most cherished part of their visits...
for as soon as he hears the nocturne on the out-of-tune keys,

he's a dashing young man clad in a starched uniform,
with gleaming war medals clinking as he walks.
the room is filled with respectful eyes
watching him sip a cocktail while conducting business in murmured words.

then, the front doors open,
and she steps in.
heads turn, and he puts down his drink to take in her presence.
her eyes sparkle as she locks a gaze with him.
she crosses the room,
places her warm hand over his,
and smiles.

with her beside him,
his youth could never be taken away...

the nocturne ends.
the children resume their mechanical conversations
until his granddaughter, their mother, picks them up.
as soon as she arrives,
they softly kiss his cheek and rush out the door.
she walks across the room, 
sits next to him,
places her warm hand over his,
and smiles.
she has her grandmother's eyes,
he thinks as they sparkle back at him.
and for now,

he feels young again

* * *

Image and poem by 17-year-old Suzanna Hodges, niece of Shutter Sister Stephanie Roberts. Suzanna made this image of her great grandfather using Tiltshiftfocus, PhotoShop Express, and Instagram apps on her iTouch. Do images ignite your imagination in the form of visual poetry?

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Reader Comments (67)

Wow. I am so impressed. Suzanna...your beautiful words and image brought me to tears. You are both perceptive and wise beyond your years. :-)
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterCaryn
This is beautiful, moving, touching. It brought tears to my eyes. To be only 17 and have such depth and knowledge? I can't wait to see where life takes you. Thank you for sharing with us.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterChris
Suzanna, you truly have an old soul. Moving words and an equally moving image. Thank you for sharing this.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBetty R
Very impressive! It renews and relieves me in a way to know that there are some in the next generation with the ability to see more than what is temporary.
This is beautiful!! Suzanna - you have a true gift with words!!!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMarcie
this is all so beautiful - so sad - and so true. The poetry is finding its way into the picture - mature work and great empathy of a young girl ! Bravo - bravissiomo ! You are certainly going to be there for both your grandparents and parents alike.
And- let us all train ourselves in the art of seing the person behind the eyes- and forget everything about age. Because age is not identity !!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterElla Kreilisheim
Wonderful poem. :) I love it!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSuki
Beautiful.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKaryn
Wow, what a lovely puem and photo, it made me teary eyed!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterChristineellen
This is beautiful! So touching. Suzanna- you are gifted.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJen*Murphy
What a talented young lady. A beautiful photo and poem.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commentercathy @ ma vie trouvee
this is really beautiful--and impressive. This recalls warm memories of my father with my children.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBridget [aviary]
Love this. Love all her pictures and poems. She is a treasure. :)
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer M.
What a wonderful poem and beautiful accompanying image. I suppose this gift runs in the family!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterPuna
This is truly art. What a talented young woman. Brought a tear to my eye. Thank you so much.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJoHanna
What powerfully poignant words from a 17 year old. This was beautifully expressed and resonates so much truth. Thank you for sharing.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKelly
So beautiful!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJess
Very touching and lovely.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterkoreen
Suzanna, your image evokes emotion, your words reach my heart. Embrace your gift.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenter~Kristina
This is beautiful - and coincidentally my husband and I spent some time this morning reflecting on growing old and all that it holds. How wonderful to find this post this morning.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterGeri
Just lovely. We lost a beloved great uncle last week, so this hits close to home.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterShawna
lovely,

Heather
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterHeather
Suzanna is a very talented young woman. Moving words and lovely image.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKathy
Beautiful image! Beautiful poem!!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLaine
Absolutely beautiful, insightful, and wonderful. It reminds me of my grandfather. Thanks for sharing, Suzanna.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJessica
What a beautiful poem and photo! It brought tears to my eyes.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSandee
The poem is as beautiful as the photo...evocative. At 17 this talent is a gift to us all.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterGail
this is so touching, so real. a wonderful piece in words and image. thank you for sharing this with us all.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterautumn sun
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAmy E.
What a wonderful poem! It's thrilling to see that a teenager has such an incredible talent. Keep it up!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKristen Romano
hello there Suzanna!
this is so beautiful and tender at the same time. i love it to bits.
sending you love, my friend.

http://soulaperture.blogspot.com/2011/09/blooming.html
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterChristina
I am always filled with a sense of hope when I see our young people express such maturity, insight, and awareness. I hope that our future lies in hands such as hers.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterChristine Hickey
This is a beautiful way to tell a story! I hope as my children get older they have the wisdom to see such depth in their grandparents....
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJen
Oh sweetie! That poem just warms my heart. I have all my grandparents in my life and the feelings you captured here resonates!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterbridge
Beautiful!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMelinda
This was such a wonderful post, I loved the form of the words and the peek into his past. Such emotion...

Here's my link, where I tried my hand at some poetry. (Monday August 8)
http://languageofthelens.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterbeth
I love poems and interpreting them through photography. The following is one of my favorites:

http://photosbyleanne.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-to-think.html
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLeAnne
This is a beautiful post... lovely poem and photo. It's hard to believe you are only 17!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterNatsterNat
Absolutely wonderful and touchingl!
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLibertad Leal
Nice! I wish I had my grandparents to photograph...
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commentercheris
Makes me wish my daughter could have met her grandfather and his parents.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterchris
This. Is. Beautiful.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKathy
Great work . . . so beautiful and touching.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBonnie
This poem tugged at my heart. It is so sad and yet so beautiful. I love it.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterEmma
beautiful post.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterHeather
Wow, such a beautiful poem.

I'm sharing something lighter - some football action:
http://www.shirleybehindthelens.com/2011/09/football-in-car.html
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commentershirley
This poem and photo made me think of the antique dolls my mothers has been refurbishing. The poor old dollies seem to be thinking of their younger days too.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/19379573@N06/6142606368/in/photostream
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterjoey
What wonderful work from this young woman. Terrific.
September 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRadish
Beautiful post! Image and words both convey so much.
September 13, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKat
Teach your children to value our elderly.
September 13, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSonja (a.k.a. Boots)

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