Category Archives: Aging

Pedal Puller

Posted on August 22, 2021 by sputterpub

I’ve used my pedal parts so many years –I’ve danced on them and made them bear my weight –it isn’t any wonder what appearsshoes-off is not a sight that’s looking great.But that’s from an imperfect point of viewrejected now – … Continue reading →

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Repetitive Motion

Posted on August 15, 2021 by sputterpub

It doesn’t take book knowledge to opinerepeated movement causes wear at least.Three score and ten convey a sad decline –I know some flexibility’s deceased,and every month my skin becomes more creased.I’m lucky old. I won’t complain or mournsome inner works … Continue reading →

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Latent Vim

Posted on August 10, 2021 by sputterpub

Surprised myself this morning with a rideI thought I lacked the stamina to do.With hesitant consent I modifiedmy calendar, from nothing to a few.Deciding to begin, to soldier throughtwo-thirds of my routine or maybe less,successive pedaling conveyed ten newdegrees of … Continue reading →

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Warmth

Posted on July 31, 2021 by sputterpub

An aging tabby in the house next doorextends herself on couchback every day,to soak in sunshine warming tan velour.My daughter’s senior dog now has a wayof napping where the furnace warms the floor,as if the spot’s his private heat array.I … Continue reading →

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Affectionate Squats

Posted on July 29, 2021 by sputterpub

I like to think I’m agile, but I’m old.I walk a lot. I exercise three ways.But after new exertion, truth be told,my muscles ache, demand a healing phase,and then I’m fresh-astonished. Yesterday’sacquaintance with a baby made me sore!It’s not bad … Continue reading →

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Unstoppable Stoppable

Posted on July 7, 2021 by sputterpub

I didn’t see it coming. I’m surprised,although I should be used to that by now.She isn’t doing what we all advised –appearing to agree at our pow-wow,she won’t control her impulses, and can’tregard her own emotional response.Her inner wisdom always … Continue reading →

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Bad Med

Posted on July 4, 2021 by sputterpub

Escorting Mom back home – she isn’t dead –we settled her with medicines and railsaround each toilet and beside her bed,installed a shower chair because she’s frail(she’s 95, and lately tips the scaleat least 12 pounds below her normal weight).She … Continue reading →

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I For One

Posted on July 3, 2021 by sputterpub

I for one am still alive,and you for two are feeling well.But she for three’s not long to thrive(we ought to notice something fell).Her death approaches like a spell,inexorable and sure(aging doesn’t have a cure).I note where all our futures … Continue reading →

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Late Lunch

Posted on June 19, 2021 by sputterpub

We started visiting six weeks ago,and every time we meant to share a mealwhen we were done, but each of us would growtoo stressed while watching Mom that weak and frail.We lost all appetite, and didn’t knowa better plan than … Continue reading →

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Minutiae

Posted on June 17, 2021 by sputterpub

The hour hand does not appear to move.My eye cannot perceive the micron growthof rosebuds in the garden. Mornings provethe difference – passing time reveals them bothin motion – but to me they’re not overt.I tend to think today is … Continue reading →

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