Fresh, bouncy baby cheeks
Like just-ripe peaches.
On the other hand,
Skeletal, withered hands and
A dewlap like a turtle's neck.
Fragile, mottled skin like aged paper has
Veins popping out—a blue-green spider's web.
Back to the newborn:
Hands gripping whatever touches the tiny palm,
A flash of gums
As gregarious peals of laughter
Chime like a trumpet's sound.
Wiggledy-piggledy, minute limbs and feet move,
Alternating their reach in all directions.
Eyes, wet with recently shed tears
Are bright and new like sea glass.
Faded denim eyes peer from deep sockets
Suggesting that weariness comes with experience.
Ginger, trembling movements signal to the observer
A peculiar hardiness, like tulip bulbs or potatoes in Winter.
Senescence at its finest:
A comically oversized nose and ears
Give an elf—or gremlin—like appearance.
Pearl white hairs grow
Above a lined brow,
Giving the elderly's face
The look of folded taffy
With a translucent epidermis.
A baby is an India rubber ball—
An elder is a wire doll.
Heavy-lidded eyes and deliberate movement
Like the careful movements of a heron on rocks
Contrast with the impulsive, elastic lookabout
Body of the toddler.
The patter of little feet on solid ground,
Running devolving into a playful crawl—
Baby all aquiver with excitement.
Grandfather picks up baby.
Resplendent collagen-filled face
Against hollow, pouchy, saggy cheeks,
Knobby knuckles and wiry hair.
The end and the beginning,
Together as one.