Monthly Archives: December 2019

Wisdom

You would think that Being seventy-five I would know things Have wise woman insights And discernment That I would not be subject to petty fears and confusion You would think that The specter of death just around the corner Would … Continue reading

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Clutter

I threw away half my clothes Everything I wore when I was fat and All the suits and fancy outfits from my working days Along with everything dowdy, worn out, stretched out, pathetic I have three things left in my … Continue reading

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Credit Where Due

Sometimes when I hear Mothers say very seriously That their greatest achievement is their children I squirm inside In embarrassment for them After all I have children too Wonderful people, beautiful and kind and creative Smart and loving But children … Continue reading

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I Notice an Absence

I find myself in an awkward position In need of a friend Now, when for all these years I avoided Unnecessary relationships And was pleased to be alone With my husband and my cat and My collection of this and … Continue reading

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Make Up

As I get a little old, maybe older than a little I decide to wear cosmetics I hear that properly applied they will make me look Less wrinkled Almost rosy I have purchased an array of creams and powders at … Continue reading

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Bargain Life

I have substitutes for activities Which are time consuming and expensive And of uncertain benefit First, rearrange furniture If you move a table from one end of the room to the other it’s as good as psychoanalysis Buy something Anything … Continue reading

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The Fall

Last week I tripped over a yellow extension cord In the garage While holding an assortment of cleaning supplies And a roll of paper towels Having washed my car inside out Brisk is my middle name and efficient is my … Continue reading

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