The Tip of My Pinky Is Just Fine, Thank You
For my friend, Bea, who makes me smile and is the brightest star in the bunch.
The tip of my pinky is just fine, thank you.
My bosom’s low.
My gait is slow.
I can’t scurry,
but what’s the hurry?
My foot gets sore
when it touches the floor.
My nose is runny.
I have pain in my tummy.
BUT
My pinky’s still pink
at its very tip.
My cataracts removed.
My eyesight’s improved.
I grew a new lump thing.
Still my heart is pumping.
Amidst all these things,
I sing sweet ting-a-lings.
Always I snatch dem golden rings
hanging so shiny from shimmering strings
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 12, 2014
Bea is 93.
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2014
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