Category Archives: Aging

Sleep Position

Posted on August 28, 2022 by sputterpub

A side sleeper since I was 17,I used the port side of the marriage bedand didn’t know how much that choice would mean(no matter where we moved we kept our edge).When we divorced I switched, and then was seenby kids … Continue reading →

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Metering Me

Posted on August 27, 2022 by sputterpub

There isn’t any need to hurry.Fortune is deferring worry.Favors I don’t have to curry.Though my vision’s often blurrythat’s from floaters, quite benign.I can now afford a soft decline.

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Moving Gently

Posted on August 26, 2022 by sputterpub

The disconnect between my mirror faceand how it feels within has grown so vast,I’m nearly into dodging any placereflecting my own visage back to me.But first I’ll try to cultivate some grace(imagining the worse the future holds).I’ll practice balance and … Continue reading →

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Wind Watcher

Posted on August 23, 2022 by sputterpub

He left her years ago, his final breathexhaled in mid-October of aught-six.She’s been an active widow since his death,who tries to exercise and shop and fixmost any soul she meets. A thing she picksto focus on, outside her maladies,the subject … Continue reading →

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Travel Tweak

Posted on August 20, 2022 by sputterpub

I travel-tweaked my back on Thursday last(the lumbar left is weak and I am old).And that was after hoisting weight too fast(at 18 months, the grandkid’s big and bold).But now I’m visiting, at rest, in foldof family, away from all … Continue reading →

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After the Party

Posted on August 17, 2022 by sputterpub

I knew I’d have to give it up if I lived long enough.The deprivation must disrupt and moments may be rough.But any time the urge emerges I will comprehendthe way to old and well diverges from the party’s end.

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Grandma Falls

Posted on August 16, 2022 by sputterpub

Two grandmas fell last week and both will live.The first event appeared to be a faintand fall to flooring framed to not forgive,with blood and surgery and more restraint.The other grandma had no health complaint,but trying then to aid the … Continue reading →

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Puzzle Page

Posted on August 14, 2022 by sputterpub

I need to slow the pace a bit.I ought to learn to act my age.That dash was inappropriate –I need to slow the pace a bit.I raced to you and tripped and hitthe floor (the cause? our puzzle page).I need … Continue reading →

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Hostage to Healthcare

Posted on August 13, 2022 by sputterpub

It never ends – as long as we’re aliveevents occur, good, bad, and interesting.A colleague 10 years over 65fell yesterday. And that makes everythingwe planned to do be tentative, unsure.We think the cause was fainting after wineand crashing to her … Continue reading →

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Protection

Posted on August 12, 2022 by sputterpub

A first-born 5-year old, with cheekbone bruiseacquired on a Wednesday at his school,said “I don’t know” when asked – would not accuseor detail anybody acting cruel.His folks appeared accepting of each word,but happily they gave us space to chat.I told … Continue reading →

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