My Mom

At our Easter activities Sunday my Mom, who will be 80 in August, discussed her aches and pains associated with getting old. I thought of her just now as I found this poem by a lady whose first name is also Jean and has an interesting background  click here for more info.

Photo taken by Melissa Dowland

Of Some Renown 
by Jean L. Connor 

For some time now, I have
lived anonymously. No one
appears to think it odd.
They think the old are,
well, what they seem. Yet
see that great egret

at the marsh’s edge, solitary,
still? Mere pretense
that stillness. His silence is
a lie. In his own pond he is
of some renown, a stalker,
a catcher of fish. Watch him.

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