Category Archives: Aging

When Autumn Comes

When Autumn comes and visits me And Summers end I can foresee Remaining years are on the wane Cherished days won’t come again My shackles soon set free Life like the deciduous tree Watching it’s adornment flee While embracing falls refrain When … Continue reading

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Florence

I remember seeing her sitting there at a table in the recreation room of the nursing home, staring out the window.  As I passed by, she looked my way, so I smiled and waved and she waved back.  Since I was there … Continue reading

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Years

It’s only time, it’s no big deal The numbers do not age reveal Symbolic numbers, marking days Recording lifetimes on a page Months or years, all the same Each one gone as others came  Too much thought of where they … Continue reading

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Embrace The Aha Moments

Well, here we are, January 1, 2016, staring down the barrel of another year.  The time when we make all those resolutions, again.  Someone once said that resolutions are something that goes in one year and out the other.  I … Continue reading

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Roads Traveled

This is just a bit of nostalgia penned after driving some of the back roads of Maine and passing old farms, many no longer active.  My thoughts took me to the days when they were still alive and times were … Continue reading

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Violet

“Good morning Mr Nelson” the nurse says cheerily to the old man sitting in the wheelchair.  “Would you two like me to open the drapes and let a little sun shine in?  It’s another beautiful day.” “Yes, yes, please do.  … Continue reading

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Grandpa

The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there?” He gazed upon the little boy while waking from his nap Then reached down with a sweeping move … Continue reading

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