Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Elder Freedom

Is this it?
Is this what I've always heard was coming?
Learning to say "no" --
Laughing out loud--
No one telling me who I am
Or how to act
Or what to do?
No one scolding me when I mess up,
Imposing their own perceptions
And strict standards,
Making judgements?
It's been a long road--
Making mistakes,
Falling on my face,
Getting back up with determination.
Trials made me stronger.
Heartache made me kinder.
Listening to my own voice.
Why does it take so long to get
To this Special place--
Abandoning stigmas
And expectations placed on us by
Those less free?

Copyright 2008 By-Barbara Davis


seniorwriter said...

This is an interesting poem. I would call it mature freedom, not second childhood. My circumstances are far different from yours; I'm all alone now, but I've always been quite independent. You have a lovely family, by the way (as I see from your pictures). I like your dog, too.


Barbara J. Davis said...

Thanks a million for your comment on the poem "Second Childhood". When I grew up in the 1950's and early '60's women were far more constrained by society than were men. I have always heard terrible things about the later years of one's life and their so-called second childhood. But, much to my surprise, my mature years are bringing far more freedom than I experienced in my first childhood. The poem expresses those discoveries. I do love your suggestion, though, and will probably do something along that theme, later on. Love you comments. Barbara

Barbara J. Davis said...

I first published this poem as "Second Childhood", but with some encouragement, I have changed the title to "Elder Freedom".

Linda Reznicek said...

I agree that Second Childhood didn't fit well since childhood is more a time of conformity and you are saying that you've escaped all of that. Different people reach it at different moments for different reasons--Freedom is the key word.

Barbara J. Davis said...

Linda, your comment means a lot to me and you are right. Keep the comments coming.