Young & Old

I wish I knew Mother not as Mother
Looked beyond the timeline of her divine wrath
And dug a little deeper into her womanly secrets
That she saved for her daughter
And then forgot

I wish I knew Father not as Father
Looked beyond the bruises of his inescapable misery
And dug a little deeper into his spirit's history
Bowed down
But never on the ground

With fifty plus summers survived
They say their bodies fail, and their minds
Shed the inanities of youth
Is that why I find them anew?

Linked to: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads



Note:
My parents have, as of late, developed the habit of constantly referring to their age in random off-topic conversations. They don't so much as complain about it, neither am I complaining right now, but as often as they point out how "old" they have grown, it surprises me because I don't find them as old as they find themselves. But surprisingly, as both my parents and I have grown 'older', we have also grown out of a lot of strains that plagued our relationships earlier. It is practically a new person, an individual, more than just a Mother and a Father, that I find in them which I never did before. And not to exaggerate, but it is pretty incredible.

P.S. - This piece might just be a bit off-topic for the Toads's challenge. :P