Living the Aging Life

Hot August days.

Hot August nights.

Pretty soon, we’ll just remember

all these lazy summer nights and days.

It’s turning to September.

Whenever I wonder ‘bout the end of things,

and start to ponder ‘bout what life brings,

there’s one thing that I know is true:

My heart is filled with love for you.

Each morn I light a candle

that will guide us on our way.…

that will lead us through the perils…

and keep us safe each day.

I love See’s Candy.

But, See’s:  Move Over!

You’ve got a rival

in Russell Stover.

Butterflies and rainbows.

Fluffy clouds in skies of blue.

Fairies and forget-me-nots.

These things I wish for you.

Tonight a quiet lullaby floats

softly through the air.

It’s a simple, gentle lullaby…

both blessing….and a prayer.

I grew a zucchini and it was good –

shaped and sized as zucchini should.

I know it’s a brag, which I hope you’ll pardon,

‘cause  I LUV’ed that zucchini from my garden.

This here’s my daughter’s POSSL-Q.

I hope that makes some sense to you.

He’s really not my son-in-law.

He doesn’t call us Ma and Pa.

They bought a house.

They had a kid.

I don’t know what all else they did.

They never made it down the aisle.

Now’days these things just take awhile.

I guess I sorta wish they had.

Then this young man would call me Dad.

I sit on my porch

drinking coffee in the rain.

I see my smiling garden

and the world feels sane.