surrender
note to self
the colicky infant
yields to the long-braided child
the sulky teen gives way
to the brisk, busy woman
she cedes to a bowed back
and wild egret hair
it’s the way of things
so achingly evident yet
the carnal body squirms
capitulates
yes, to all of it
there is no other concession
of course, be brave
stand and face the bully
care for the injured wren
but most of all
love one another
then, like Beowulf
we must yield
the leasehold
of our days
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.
the heart of the matter 
Beautifully realized – just right and deeply satisfying ♥️
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Thank you! I am happy with this one.
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Beautiful poem Skye❤️
Sent from my iPad
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Thank you! I liked this one, too.
Love,
Skye
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Skye, this is wonderful! I love we must yield the leasehold of our days.
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Thank you! Those, of course, are Beowulf’s words….
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