My First Aging Mentor
“The Third Age [is] an age of wisdom, an age of Erickson’s fully developed generativity or love, an age of free choice of voluntary service for society, an age of expressing the identity discovered and developed through the previous life stages, an age of true in-dependence, that is dependence upon the Spirit’s voice – indeed the age of harvesting personal and social excellence.”
Sr St. Michael Guinan, 1991
Ninety-years old, wrinkles
crease her face, yet
she engages with young people
attuned to our heart’s intent
First gerontology conference
she welcomes me – capable recruit
shapes my aspirations
enhances the intrigue
Stooped over two canes
she sails into a room like a tall ship
beckoning to learners, colleagues
commanding our attention
Frail, shrunken by bone cancer
she moves with grace
yielding to a wheelchair only
after active impressions solidify
Blind, she listens to each of us
remembers our goals
talks with us as though
we have already achieved them
Snoring during talks
she is first to ask
perceptive questions
Blind, her eyes no longer useful
She sees me, enables me to grow
eventually into an aging mentor
© 2025, Ellen Ryan