Living the Aging Life

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Wrenching mem’ries from the past.

Laughing voices on a playground.

Little lives that didn’t last.

The bunnies ate their breakfast.

They savored ev’ry minute.

They like my yard for breakfast.

They like ev’rything that’s in it.

Bunnies

 

 

The bunnies ate their breakfast.

They savored ev’ry minute.

They like my yard for breakfast.

They like ev’rything that’s in it.

The bunnies ate their breakfast.

They savored ev’ry minute.

They like my yard for breakfast.

They like ev’rything that’s in it.

Those pesky rabbits drive me nuts.

I wish they’d go away.

As long as I plant marigolds,

I’m ‘fraid they’re here to stay.

My frappuccino mocha

is a tasty morning drink.

You know how I love Starbuck’s

from the bottles neath my sink.

I had pie for breakfast.

Pie for lunch.

And, then, pie for my supper.

In the middle of the day,

I had pie picker- upper.

I linger on each bite of it.

I  savor ev’ry taste.

I do my patriotic part.

Let nothing go to waste!

The pe’s so good

That evry taste

It must not go to waste!

Thank you for the fireworks party.

Thank you for the pie!

Thank you for the fun and laughter

bright’ning up July!

I light a candle for the world.

Its flame lifts clear and true.

And while I think of all the world,

I mainly think of you.

Butterflies.  Rainbows.

A heart that feels light.

Blankets that snuggle.

Sweet dreams in the night.

Aging’s not an easy thing

though each of us must do it.

Complications block the way

as we go bumbling through it.

My heavy duty big string mop

is not a mop for sissies.

It’s meant for heavy duty guys

like Ajax or Ulysses.

The tool will clean an urban mall

or mop a factory floor.

And when  you’ve got three cats at home.

it cleans the kitchen floor.