You grannies

you old wise ones,

not always saying enough

or maybe too much

with benefit of hindsight

and desperate for someone else's future.

 

You've seen the comings and goings

old wounds opened up

fresh ones with dawns and sunsets

and you don't always want to say

what you feel knowing

that young ones cannot kneel

 

yet one day when distances are blurred

they may yet take your hand

into some untrodden promised land

when the time is right

into the overarching light.