Today was my mother and father’s birthday. They were both born on the 29th of December, although 9 years apart. Mom just missed her 88th birthday. Here is another poem from her book, Please Delay Departure by Betty Ann Fisher.
The Joke’s on Me
Each new day arising
is a thrill beyond compare.
I woke up this morning
and found I’m losing hair.
Wrinkles are appearing
where dimples use to be,
and I found that squinting
makes it easier to see.
Bloom on cheek is fading,
and my gait is getting slow.
A little hard of hearing,
just slightly deaf, you know.
Could be I’ve started aging,
but I feel young inside,
still I could wake some morning,
and find that I have died!