05-09-2015, 02:27 AM
My father is 75 years old . We live together. st, one is cold, established, unable to change without the ability to bend. all cracked and cold. They are done, withered waiting to die knowing that this life has passed them by. old loves dead. I think that old loves are there a part of who they are,taken for granted, resented, scorned but not dead. loves leave the birthing bed. birthing bed could be the promise that once was. love leaves it maybe with a backward glance but with encouragement to return to that original most sacred love possibly. my interpretation. Very touching. You have a vision, ability to be in touch with a specific perception. Well done.