On Getting Old
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I used to think my mother and I were very different, but the older I get, the more I think we were very alike.
My mother played solitaire,
Dozens of varieties,
With a miniature deck of cards
That traveled with her
When she visited her children.
She lived with me, but
She couldn’t hear well
And smoked a LOT, so
She stayed in her room
A great deal of the time.
She smoked and played solitaire,
Sitting by the window
At her cluttered card table.
Now I play spider solitaire
on my computer in my room.
I live in a senior residence, so
I don’t spend as much time
At it as my mother did.
I can choose to play Bingo
Or other card games
Like Bridge or Pitch
Or sing in a little chorus.
I can go on an occasional trip.
My hearing is okay with
The hearing aids and I don’t smoke!
My children come to see me
But they don’t have me underfoot.
I have the best of both worlds.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2022
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