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eminor_angel Member
since 2003-05-22
Posts 323Canada |
Frail I don't see myself in mirrors anymore My hands are wizened now Twisted and stilted like tree stumps My eyes like shards of glass My skin like glass worn down to sand I hold my granddaughter Fresh from the womb Lean into her soft new ear Tell her my secrets Tell her to never get this old |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Title's not so bad......We're all vulnerable in one way or another. I have a friend 99 years old, went to the doctor the other day and the Doc said he was fit as a fiddle. Blood pressure normal, no colesterol problems and on and on......It's a genetic thing plus this man has a positive attitude about everything....Thanks for letting us read the poem, very good. Eric |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
like your piece.. the contrasts of age and birth with the whispered secrets touches as for the title, it works |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I relate. I have never allowed birthday's to bother or upset me, but last year, the year I turned seventy bothered me. It has been another year, I am one year older. I'm learning to deal with it. What's the alternative. Liked the poem and its escapism flow. We all need to avoid the ugly truth every so often. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
This piece is far beyond "Frail"  Enjoyed.-Trina. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Beautiful...Made me think of a photograph so clear was your imagery.ebm |
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eminor_angel Member
since 2003-05-22
Posts 323Canada |
thanks much! |
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