Is It Temporary Blindness
• 06/08/23 at 11:36PM •Is it temporary blindness,
or is it just me,
when the wait staff,
fail to recognize me?
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Is it temporary blindness,
or is it just me,
when the wait staff,
fail to recognize me?
Sixty-six years ago,
June 8th, Thursday,
we were married.
Those were wonderful
years. Not always smooth,
but we made it through
the difficult parts.
Now we will see each other,
she won't remember my
name but will tell me she
loves me, repeatedly.
How have I been so lucky
these past 9 years and
she has not.
Sunshine,
a magic formula,
mood booster.
Not bad,
what the Dr. ordered.
How easy it is to be happy.
From the gloom of a PNW day
to sunshine, to enjoy
as life continues.
Turkey neck,
chicken legs,
pot belly,
beer, the dregs.
Why do we choose
to use animal anatomy
to describe what others
will certainly see.
The skin has wrinkled
as I've grown old.
What once was toned,
has now many a fold.
Skin drapes down,
it hadn't in the past
and here I am,
an anatomical mass.
Sleep escapes me,
one night more.
It's getting old,
but I don't snore.
Can't stay awake
the following day.
What a great life
when I'm napping away.
A wicked wind, from the South,
began to blow dust away,
from out the fields,
to the center of town.
Hurry, hurry, take in your wash,
hanging on the line to dry.
Wet clothes and blowing dirt,
will make a mess, is why.
Up she jumped,
into the sky,
over the moon.
A fable or a lie?
This past week,
a change came about,
no more fighting,
or lashing out.
I now have with me,
one who is alive,
behaving as a child,
She is eighty-five.
He fumbles
and
mumbles,
when left alone.
He won't
be
with us,
not very long.
The end of days,
comes slowly now,
as an elderly couple,
renew their vows.
Both in wheelchairs,
moving around,
quietly, using their
feet, without sound.
A touch of fingers,
running through her hair.
She knows it's him,
still not aware.
They live apart.
She's in memory care.
He's in Independent,
up the stair.
Far and away,
in the land of dreams,
special moments spring
forth, without warning.
It's what life will bring.
Long were the memories,
laid here to rest.
The minds of our loved ones,
when the telling was best.
Will they remember,
will they even care,
about love and devotion,
thoughts we can share.
Does air and clouds shatter,
into pieces, onto the ground,
when aircraft break
the speed of sound?