In between the ages – a poem – Catching the Magic

In between the ages,
is where I am right now,
as they write the pages,
that their young lives sow.

Their grandparents live a time
that treasures every moment –
knowing life is no mime,
but to live in the present.

I sit in between,
silently observing,
holding tight, with hands keen,
hoping for smooth coasting.

I move with every twist,
feel every undulation,
either with a clenched fist,
or open palm of celebration.

My heart is tugged both ways,
sandwiched in between,
like a flag in the wind it sways,
always hoping the best for them.

Island Bay, Wellington, New Zealand, at dusk, in between day and night.

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In between the ages – a poem