Tag Archives: Growing Old

First Times (sonnet)

So many precious first times I recall That no one moment overshadows all; The first electric touch of your warm hand, The swift connection neither of us planned. We gave each other everything we had So early our behavior seemed … Continue reading

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Little Prose Poem of Gratitude

Love’s expressed in many ways. Here, in our latter days, Love moves your hands To build for growing And saving my aging joints. And you, My Love, are the poem.

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Time Sonnet

So now the time has come when we can see How Time itself has changed us both in body. As we gazed long into each other’s eyes, Time crept into our joints and sapped some strength. But greater strength was … Continue reading

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Sunday Night in Early Spring (Sonnet)

Old brown dog snores softly in her bed, Tightly curled as soon Spring buds will be; Old black dog stays out until the dark Drives him from night where he cannot see. And you, my silver dog, rest for a … Continue reading

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Brown Dog

Brown dog grown old Bones sticky like mine On cold mornings She sleeps mostly One ear and eye open In case of emergency Plays at being a puppy Stamping little round feet Impatient for treats Pretends her back legs Are … Continue reading

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