Category Archives: Aging

Cold Stew

My house is cold. A door cannot be closedthat’s been removed today to be restained.There’s sun but it is colder than supposed.My comfort can’t be suitably sustainedunless I sit by fireside, red-nosedand ruddy-cheeked, my temperature maintainedbut not my temper. I’m … Continue reading

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Renewing

Two days a week committed to anointmy cheeks and brow with cream that has “Renew-ing” in its name, I wonder what’s the point?There really isn’t much that one can donon-surgically, but even so it’s trueI have the time and purchase … Continue reading

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Thursdays

My days of fullest liberty are two.On Monday and on Thursday I am freeto pick whatever things I want to do,without requests from friends or familyor specialists with care for their purview.And Monday’s nice, but Thursday’s come to bemy favorite, … Continue reading

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Kneeing

I’ve grown so ancient I can twist my kneein bed, alone at 3 a.m., awakeperhaps to turn my head, perhaps to pee,for probably no reason but the quakethat 7 decades plus has put in meto catch short dreams and recollections … Continue reading

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Don’t Mumble

That Mom complains is seldom a surpriseto us who’ve watched her growing old so long,and know the woman lives to criticize.And as her hearing weekly dims, her strong“Don’t mumble” is the opposite of wise;it’s no big deal that attitude is … Continue reading

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Artifact

Although I wasn’t girly when a kid,as only daughter I assumed I knewmy mother’s rings and things. She never hidher stuff from me. And though she often threwaway her things (and mine), I had no cluethat something closeted or boxed … Continue reading

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Good Cut

My mother had no patience with my hair.When I was only 7, someone choppedit off too short to tangle or to snare.I recollect dismay and shame that stoppedmy freedom. So I seized control to wearit, heard her hate it when … Continue reading

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For Now

I had occasion, several days ago,to walk four thousand steps to meet a friend,enjoy a tasty lunch before the show,and talk about some travel we intendto make in seven months, although dependon it – experience may intervene.Bad health or politics … Continue reading

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Tepid

I cannot give the play a good report,although I hear much media approved.The stagecraft was impressive – just the sortI like to see, but I was barely movedby storyline that didn’t sense-distort,but offered nothing novel that behooved.The lunch and talk … Continue reading

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These Kids Today…

If I were feeling critical, I mightcondemn the way they misprioritizedtheir yesterday, when what would have been rightwas more and early visit (I advisedconsideration, never heard). Last nightsome neighbors, even younger yet, surprisedme with their texted inabilityto think. (But neither … Continue reading

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