I raise my eyes as
dove-duo triples in size–
no surprise: fresh food!
skat@2019
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Letting Go
Windy winter day:
Oak relinquished brittle leaves—
I mistook for birds
skat©2019
Shadorma #40
353375
Seems only
yesterday we sang
(a bit tight)
Auld Lang Syne,
yet the eve has come once more
for midnight kissing.
skat@2018
A very Happy New Year to you and your loved ones, from me and mine (including the felines, Charlie and Prudie).
Shadorma #39
353375
Old bones crack
under any weight
they will break
we tumble
to the ground, just one last time–
crumbling into dust.
skat @2018
These past two months have been rough. In November, my 89-year old mother fell, resulting in a femur-fracture. After a succesful operation, and arduous 6-week recovery, involving walker-training and the assessment of an Occupational Therapist and Physiotherapist, she returned home to her seniors’ residence. On the same day, she fell again, was taken to emergency, x-rayed and sent back home. Yesterday, while I was with her, she fell again. This time, x-rays revealed a break in the same bone that had previously been repaired. she is currently awaiting a second operation.
If you know anyone who takes Fosamax, tell them to get off it; we were advised by the doctor who saw her yesterday, that it can actually make osteoporosis worse.
Kat
Shadorma #37 & #38
353375
Everyday
As I make my way
To the town
Hospital
I see a ragged wasp nest
Dangling from a tree;
I’m waiting
For the grey mummy-
Mask to fall,
So I can
Run over it with my car–
Ghost-wasps do not sting.
skat@2018
