Birth Day

Fifty-eight years on
(Technically, fifty-nine), but
really, who’s counting?😉

skat@2019

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Thought Bubbles

Washing up, I’d a
sudden remembrance: water
filling up a tub
for playtime at Nursery–
some fifty-odd years ago.

skat@2019

Left Behind

You can be an age
When you’re no longer a child,
Yet still feel orphaned.

Skat@2019

Magic Mirror

Sometimes, I purse lips,
squint eyes—to see, the old gal
up ahead of me.

skat@2016
 

Geriatricks

The older we get,
the more we convince ourselves
of how young we are.

skat@2016