She’s 98 years old and
Still with it. Frail but with
A smile on her face. Like
So many people her age,
She fell and broke her
Hip. After an hour and a
Half surgery, she made it
Just fine. And Mom’s still
With us, a tough cookie.
Tag: years
Mom
Mom’s been around for
A long time. At 98 years
Young, she’s sharp as a
Tack, soft spoken. And
Mom is a little hard of
Hearing. Her love for
Her family and in-laws
Is real and returned
Back to Mom. It’s easy
To make her laugh.
And her gentle nature
Wins everyone over.
We want Mom to last
Forever.
You and Me
You have always been there
For me and I have always
Been there for you as it
Has always been. Over the
Years the closeness has
Been a joy and unending
Adventure.
Old People
screeching
and
grumbling
keep your
raunchy diaper
on
old age
permits them
to smack
their roommate
if
they pass gas
go play bingo
for Ha! Ha!
intellectual
stimulation
and
your choice
of a rocking
chair
Listen
Can you hear the planet
Rotating perilously through
Yet another hour?
Can you hear the universe
Expanding out in all
Directions, billions of years
Counting just as sure as the
Beating of your own heart
This is your own life
Do not waste it
More Than a Pet
When we went to the
Kennel he was barely more
Than a handful of wiggly
Fur with bright eyes.
Rottweilers start out small
And grow up to be a bundle
Of formidable muscular
Handsomeness that cause
People to steer clear of him
Because of his glaring look.
Ami, our Rottie, was brought up
In the right way in the kennel.
He had a wonderful personality,
Loyal, loved us, a superb
Protective instinct with the
Children. He was a family member
To us. We had him for nine
wonderful years.
Wordman of Alcatraz 