Tag Archives: Aging

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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Sense Odds

Posted on August 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A funny smell, persisting for some days,befalls my nose and brain at times, and thenit disappears like it was just a phase,and I forget till it occurs again.It’s nothing nasty, never smelled before –a little dry and peppery, benignI think … Continue reading →

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New Dreamform

Posted on August 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I host disoriented dreams of late.My sleep is light – the borderline betweenawake or not is weak and inchoate.A rise to consciousness occurs withouta sense of my location or the date.And what is interrupted, when I rouse?Particulars of puzzles that … Continue reading →

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Unknown to Me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Unknown to me although we’ve shared our yearsin empathetic close fraternity,I’m sometimes stunned as evidence appears,unknown to me. I tried imagining that I were he.I paid attention to his words and fears,but my best guess includes uncertainty. If distance so … Continue reading →

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Delegating Apology

Posted on August 3, 2022 by sputterpub

A younger relative offended mewith nasty tantrum words and flouncing out.She seems too old (past 39) to berelapsing into sarcasm and pout.She “circled back” days later, to reviewthe circumstance and context of her fit(still young enough to grasp at “closure” … Continue reading →

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Age Gauge

Posted on August 2, 2022 by sputterpub

My daughter says what makes her feel her ageis when her brother’s birthday comes along.Her younger sibling constitutes a gaugecorrecting self-impression. Is she wrong?I think not, as I read a likely page,and excavate a lyric from her song.My baby brother’s … Continue reading →

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