AGING
It crept up on me
I was young
Supple
Slim
Somewhat of a brat
Thoughtless
Cokes after school
At Dake’s drugstore
Flirting with boys
Before I could catch my breath
I was married
On a hot day
Wearing a borrowed wedding dress
That I hated
Fast forward to a different husband
A daughter
Dream come true
A daughter I could name after my dead mother
A son
Along the way
Lots of lovers
None of them quite the One
Although each time I hoped
Finally
Son and daughter grown and gone
Where did they go?
Recognition
He’s the One
We moved west together
Who am I?
Where do I belong?
Who is this woman with wrinkled arms and legs and face?
Who is this woman with more gray than black in her hair?
Body hasn’t been slim for years
So many things I can no longer do
Cartwheels, handstands, backbends
Full lotus
I am bound by regrets
For the foolish things like cartwheels
That I don’t do
Then I berate myself for
Regretting the smooth skin
I tell myself to be grateful
For my good health
For the many things my body can do
I tell myself to be grateful
For so many many joys
Son and daughter
Grandchildren
Great grand
children
They’re far away
These great-grandchildren
They don’t know me
I don’t know them
My fourth husband is aging
His body is compromised
Heart, kidneys, prostrate
They don’t work all that well
He’s had to have several teeth removed
I don’t hear so well
I’m considering a hearing aid
If I start to wear a hearing aid
I’ll know I’m no longer young.
I’m sorry God
I’m sorry that I’m not more grateful
For what I do have
The brain still works fairly well
Although I forget more and more words
They sit on the tip of my tongue
The weird thing is
I’m happier now than when I was
Supple, smooth and slim
I no longer have days and days
Of deep depression
I no longer have nights and nights
Of desperation
I’m trying God
I’m trying to accept
The aging process
I’m trying to
Grow old with grace
Humor, and gratitude