Grow old with me

Grow old with me

A Poem by Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham

Grow old  with me 
and one day 
while we rock on our porch 
we will expound 
about the glory days of love. 
You will reminisce on 
my dark hair and freckles
I will weave a tale 
about your wilder side 
and at our knees 
our grandchildren will anchor themselves 
pleading for one more for the road 
you, only too eager to fulfill, will take a sip of mid day coffee 
glasses settling at the brim of your nose 
eyes aglow 
crinkled hands wringing out the last bit of bardic magic 
you will smile and say
"well, it all started with a girl" 

  

© 2015 Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham


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Such a delightful momento to place inside of a time capsule!

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is a lovely poem of hope, love, and growing old with the one you love. What else could be a better life than this? I really enjoyed reading this inspirational poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wow!!!! This is so beautiful....I really loved it....Very well done my frnd...

Posted 5 Years Ago


I love the meaning of it!!
Great poem!
Keep up the great work!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Mid day coffee is great haha. I thought this piece was kinda cute. "Bardic magic", I particularly like those words. Nice work!

Posted 5 Years Ago


There is an endless, beautiful awakening in your words, Crystal. How it all seemingly starts in simple things, with glances and light and hushed words that grow into dances and chats that last all night. Love, it is said to be the closest thing we know to magic. xo

Posted 5 Years Ago


I loved it.
Reading this felt like a pleasant breeze on a hot summer day, soothing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Crystal, Reading this evokes the summery smell of fresh cut grass and the sounds of kids playing baseball down the block. The piece fairly oozes warmth covered memories. A lot of readers have memories of grandma and grandpa spinning stories; you injected yourself and hubby into these roles then just let your creativity shine brightly filling in the blanks. Bonus points for the phrase "bardic magic." Extremely well done! take care...dan

Posted 5 Years Ago


I love this little tale of of yours... sign me up! haha You express perfectly the desire to have
such a strong love that grows together forever. I hope someday to be sitting with someone the
way you describe in this story telling stories to my grandchildren. It would truly be a blessing :)
Great work!

Posted 5 Years Ago


well played at the end!! I like how its not too long either.. sweet delivery!

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham
Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham

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I am a poet by nature. Words just speak to me and color my world. I away think of poetry as painting with phases, just as vibrant and life giving as they are messy and complex. more..

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