These Old Bones


Sunday – a day of rest.

I wish!

I’m sixty (I whisper that number quietly in my head). Never thought I’d live to see this age. A child of the fifties, I thought I’d stay young forever. I guess we all think that, but here I am SIXTY!

Weekends used to be spent partying, dancing, sleeping late, and then if I could find time, doing housework. I had lots of energy back in the day, it wasn’t a problem. My body isn’t quite as flexible anymore. Yesterday I cleaned house, worked on the yard (yes all 3 1/2 acres), cooked and baked. I rose at 6:30 am and by the time I sat down, it was 6:30 pm.

I forgot my age and when I got out of bed this morning THESE OLD BONES ACHED


Gathering Shadows



What is happening to me? Why are the shadows closing in? What do I see lurking in the corner?

I am not ready to leave this world yet.

I close my eyes tightly shut and open them again, thats better.

The shadows are still there, but smaller, less intimidating. I stand up to put a light on.

I ache, my spine creaks.

Not so nimble as I used to be, I move more slowly.

Only yesterday I was 21 and in love.

The world was an exciting place full of adventures and I embraced it.

Now I see shadows gathering in the corners, shadows waiting to embrace me, but not yet.

I am not ready to die yet.