Bites of Delight

you are a little tattered
battered at the edges these days, dear
  peer into the mirror now ...
more each day, your mother looks back at you -
remember when you were almost as tall as she was?
 then, the glory-glee of fast surpassing her?

you are sometimes too busy to notice,
but your deep-voiced son is six-foot-one
and left you behind long ago -
big enough to eat you for breakfast
eternally hungry
taking life
in huge famished gulps
and wanting more
 
you are
a long, long way
from those days now
soft and constantly amazed
that pleasures, hidden treasures
abound in small things, found
in angel-wing clouds
shrouded in perfect blue
glowing greens of trees
reaching for heaven –
just like
you
are
coming to be
at One, peacefully
not a bad place to be
you’ll agree
feasting on life now
savoring
each flavor
in small
dreamy
exquisitely creamy
bites
of
delight