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A TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
The time has come,
after all my whining
about wanting quiet time,
an empty house,
no disruptions to my thoughts,
I remember being told,
“be careful what you wish
for…you MAY get it.”
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The time has come
for the last to leave
and move away,
and not return
to stay.
MOVE,
not just go to school,
join the Air Force,
(you tricked me here,
but I understand,
better life choices
in Denver)
or out of the house but
still with in reach …
twenty miles is almost
next door.
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When the time came,
Y’all took my advice,
move near an airport
to make visiting easy…
Denver and
Dallas airports seem
a world away.
Close but not so close.
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The time has come for
the last “forever” move,
Sabrina,
on her own,
the first grandchild to be on
her own.
My house has been her “base”,
home away from home,
for almost 19 years.
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The time has come
for all good things
to come to an end.
Good things will start
in Texas for Sabrina,
her new home,
new school of art,
near her mother,
sister,
John,
And I can’t forget
the CATS,
Baby and Kiki
who’ve been missed like
siblings.
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The time has come,
a new day
is starting,
a new door opened,
a new chapter has
begun.
It’s a time to say
Goodbye.
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TPOS prompt: Drastic life event:
nursing home for rehab
Seaport Village Healthcare,
Ellsworth, Maine USA
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thoughts of you
continue
wondering what
I’m missing
what you’re writing
and I’m not
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first the puter
then the knee
then the puter again
sigh
but now is mended
along with knee
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so long away…
seems like a year
and not a month
.
knee replacement
takes hard work
getting back up and going
one more knee to go
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time flies
as one ages
places to go
things to do
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photo: (c) 2016 Sherpa
sunset in DownEast Maine
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Kathabela Wilson wrote for the prompt:
We all know that life is challenging, changeable full of the unexpected and difficult.
How do we deal with this?
We’ve seen animals adapting to loss, and incapacity,
and we all have such examples in our own lives and those we love.
What are the ways of coping, confronting the natural and unnatural forces of life,
the mishaps and the tragedies?
What have you observed,
felt, what tangible examples
of dealing with life’s challenges
can you express in your tanka?
How have you done this yourself?
Sometimes we can help each other,
but ultimately it is our own task and
we are prey to the weaknesses of chemistry,
environment and life itself.
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MY RESPONSE: (I am 70 as I write this)
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my mind says
I’m in my twenties…
body says, “you wish’
mind says ok forty
body says get a walker
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I find it is true … what “elderly” people
told me when I worked in a nursing facility.
If they didn’t have what ever problem required
them to be in a nursing facility,
they felt usually in their 30’s mentally.
At 70, I find it difficult to believe that I cannot
do, have the stamina to do what I did when I was
in my twenties, thirties, even older.
Siggi
Autumn Frost from blogsite
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Kristjaan writes:
Today I love to share a, not so well known, haiku by (my master) Matsuo Basho
in which we can read and see how ancient Japanese honored their parents.
As they did honor their parents we see nowadays
more dis-honor for parents or likewise parents for their kids.
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melting in the heat of tears
autumn frost
life passes –
in the early sunlight
the ripe melts
frost on the branches
melts in the early sunlight
life passes
© Chèvrefeuille (2012)
my hair turned grey
as if it was the frost
on bare branches
a pebble
thrown into the old pond
in an eye blink it’s gone
© Chèvrefeuille (2012)
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YOU ARE AMONG TOADS
“Think as I think,” said a man,
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© Sigrid Saradunn 2013…Common Ground Fair, Children’s Area
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© 2013 Sigrid Saradunn… on a porch driving to East Blue Hill
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aging silent thief
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the body does ~ mind doesn’t
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spirit says thirty
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age an illusion
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body ages ~ spirit enriches
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wear seat belt ~ sunscreen
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Sigh Sadness of heart and soul, of being old and not choosing my words wisely. . Old age and youth, worlds apart, thoughts apart, words apart. .
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Six word Saturday Blog
Getting old is really chicken poop.
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The process:
Not used to slowing down…
arthritis struck my left knee
before the every six month injection
took effect…
…I’m not a wuss,
so when I complain,
it makes me angry that it is so bad
I can’t keep my mouth shut.
I do think that this is why
the snake oil man got rich…
I’ll bet people back in the day
would do anything
to get rid of the pain.
I had places to go and things to do !
Will have to think a a new defense in six
months…
Sigh.
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— Poppies in the sunlight, my front yard.
Walkers and Canes
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