Category Archives: Aging

Stranger Words

She made my day, I murmured as I turned.I know the stranger heard me anyway.She’d volunteered a comment and I learnedshe made my day. She spoke. I thanked. And she went on to say,“It’s easy when it’s true.” I’m not … Continue reading →

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Not Happening

So many prophecies – all incorrect.“When you mature you’ll want to drive, to shop.”I don’t know why my intimates expectmy rational reluctances to stop.I study me and cannot recollectoccasions when I registered a dropin my aversions. So they say I’ll … Continue reading →

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About Mom, With Love

Her life was long, and satisfying too.She lost her mom too soon but didn’t setthat fate upon us offspring – we’d the viewand words till elderly ourselves. She mether end in morphine nap, but had five scoreof years, and though … Continue reading →

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Missed Opp

“Take care of Mom,” our father said at last,and “Funny, isn’t it, how things work out?”It’s not that we expected those outclassed,and true to form she was, without a doubt.At day or so before the woman passed,when speech remained, she … Continue reading →

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On Some Cusp

Too late to have effect, too soon to grieve,I move about in limbo as we wait.Erect I stand and bend to pack to leave,but when I land will she recuperate?Or does descent to death precipitate,and will she now be tethered … Continue reading →

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Wrench

I thought I knew the plans for several daysahead, but recent circumstances threwa curve I can’t avoid, to skew my ways.I thought I knew. I’ll travel home. The acts that then ensuedepend on what a hospital conveys.Already I detect a … Continue reading →

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Receiving

My resolutions tend to flow top-down,but this snuck up and now surprises me.What bubbles from my belly to my crown,and there takes root and grows emphatically,is wishful learning from proximity.I will receipt from neither film nor book.A fact from someone … Continue reading →

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The Skeptic’s Optimism

I ought to be a pessimist, and yetmy serotonin levels must be high.I’ve never been depressed, and blue moods getbrief tenancy in me. Oh I can cryat tragedy, and worries may besetthat loved ones won’t prevail at what they try.But … Continue reading →

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Overfull

An office day and then a meal with Mom,succeeded by this trek across the bay(with three legs), now I’m stretching to stay calm –for after travel, there’s a cost to payabove the fare and food, in timing’s flay.I’ll follow with … Continue reading →

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Personal Gain

This daily poetry can’t all be great,though I condition for integrity.More often than a piece to celebrate,it’s used to store minutia about me.My current mood or some activityI wish to recollect will float this boat.I’m quietly enjoying victory,implying, lest these … Continue reading →

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