Includes blk and wt photos

LOVE IN YOUR EIGHTIES

 Love you darling
Don’t want to unlove you
Love is too precious

Real love is constant
A soft beat in the background
When music’s raucous

Love is comfort
Love is a warm embrace
With morning coffee

I don’t need flowers
To make me feel special,
I said. But they did.

He brings her flowers
But what can she give him
A banana cream pie!

A poem can change the world
Add music and it’s a song
With a gentle beat

Old songs, old memories
“Autumn Leaves” “Sincerely”
Each song has a story.

Old friends meet and greet
Long time since we’d parted
Seems like yesterday

Shared recollections of
Bygone events, places, people
Warm up old memories

Grandchildren bring us joy
And even more gratifying-
Great-Grandchildren!

Watching home movies
Children now in their sixties
Long ago, far away

“Do this” said my child
Just as I had advised her
So many years past

Language of aging
Learned in small steps as a child
This time it’s backwards

 Wanna play cribbage
Takes a bit of courage
‘Cause I might skunk you

Games are the spice of life
When there are no prizes to be had
It’s much more fun

Nice to get together
At games and meetings
Love my fellow humans

Wax the shuffleboard
‘Til it’s a slippery shell
Pucks slip off both ends

Do you have a dream,
He asked. No, I replied.
Each new day’s a dream

There’s a war going on
Invaders are tiny but ruthless
Immune systems on alert

When doctors and nurses
Let us into their sanctuary
We are humbled

A-fib, C-pap, vitals,
Old age brings new language
To help us live longer.

Old woman decompresses
Takes off tensor wraps, girdle
Bra, compression socks

Beyond our birthing
And the in-between, we
Have made a difference

We come, make changes, go
Each of us has a job despite
Built-in obsolescence.

She flitted through life
Left beautiful footprints
In the soft earth

Our loved ones pass on
We cannot talk or embrace
But the love is still there

 My phone has a virus
Vaccine cannot make it well
Needs SIM card transplant

I have the Google 8
I-Phone fits his hearing aids
We’re cellphone snobs!

I love a carwash
A mini vacation, with
Pretty coloured waves

I have no opinion
About politics, just grateful
I’m not a politician

None of us are perfect
We all have too much or too
Little of something

Love is forgiveness
Love reaches out, no holding back
Love is me loving you

Each one of us is
One of a kind. One of
Eight billion souls

What makes my heart soar?
Fills my chest with exhilaration
Don’t know ’til it happens

 Laughter releases
Opiates in the brain
A legal drug habit

Three years married
A “covid romance” they said
Love in our eighties

Memories of love
Nourish the soul and sweeten
The disposition

Love waxes and wanes
Like the moon. It does
Not go away

S’long as you’re happy
Love’s unconditional
Wherever you may be

 My memoir’s all about me
A seedling, a sapling
An old growth tree

Born in nineteen thirties
Survived war, poverty, affliction
Old enough to have opinions

Water flowing from a tap
Wasteful that; I packed from a well
Melted snow in winter

My brother used string
To move small objects and scare Mom
He would have loved a drone

I sometimes wonder
If I wrote my own life script
Comic strip maybe?

I’ve reached the age of wisdom
And the age of forgetting
At the same time

Thoughts pass through my brain
Like a video – now more
Like a slow slideshow

Can’t remember this
Or that, need another senior
To fill in the blanks

Can’t sleep. Slump in big
Chair that vibrates. No way.
Bring on the coffee!

Out of bed at four
Coffee, breakfast, bed.
A second run at sleep

Exercise, though joints
Resist activity with
Equivalent pain

Washing cans, plastics
Recycling’s best I can do
To undo old habits

As of this moment
I will accept past mistakes
And forgive myself

Too much love can be
Fatal. I overwatered
Our Christmas plant

Dark days of November
Dark days invite art, music
And spiritual awakening

It’s a two-blanket night
Third blanket makes me
Menopausal

Chocolate rolls off
The tongue pleasurably
My drug of choice

Life in the real world
No more drugs, booze or smokes
Just pie and ice-cream

Gossip’s a virus
Infects the community
Permeates the soul

Human brain pauses
Waits for an emergence
Of kindness and trust

Just because I am right
Does not mean that
You are wrong

Everyone’s important,
If only as an example
Of what not to be

Is life measured by
Accomplishments or by
Kindness and respect

Scientists say fruit
Flies may survive nuclear warfare
That’s so comforting!

Watching British crime shows
Stabbings, beatings, strangling
But no gunshots

Fellow elderlies
Unite: we care, but at times
It’s best to do nothing

 A rose by any other name
Is still a rose
Something like religion

An ant cannot define
An elephant any more than
We can define God.

God’s all embracing
Love like whipped cream
On strawberries

Eyes feast upon beauty
Ears absorb music
Mans’ Art gifted by God

Music feeds my soul
It seeps in through the ear canal
Fills the empty spaces

Memories like gift cards
Can be opened anytime
To view distant past

Forgot to watch the news
Latest on war, crime, politics
Went to bed uninformed

Quantum physics
Suggests what’s happening
Has already happened

Something refreshing
’bout new snow, like clean sheets
On the clothesline

I love Christmas carols
Familiar tunes from long ago
And I know the words

Who knew a turkey
That walks breast side down
Should be cooked that way

Hope to leave my spot
On Earth in better shape
Than when I arrived

Don’t expect too much
Of others. Just celebrate
The unexpected

Responsible drinking is
Presumptuous like
Controlled burning

Sometimes the best day
Is the one that follows
A really bad day

 A cup with my name
Makes my morning coffee
Taste even better

A coffee with you
No matter what time, I’d like
A coffee with you

Half a cookie
Is half the calories, unless
You eat the rest

Baking a cake
Okay, so Betty helped
I added eggs and oil

“We are all connected”
Was the message I heard, we’re
All part of the same thing

My hair is falling out
Every day I curry-comb
My clothing

Feminine cleavage
At Hollywood Awards
Bodices defy gravity

Let us not let anger
Rule when dark thoughts
Obscure our way

Strands of darkness
Entwined with light of love
In every one of us

Soak up the moment
Life is anticipation
And recollection

Listening to the sound
Of silence, enjoying
Its modulating tones

Looking for the light
But if I open my heart
The light will find me

Darkness is dispersed
As the sun rises high
Above the mountain

A working-class town
No grey hair to be found, now
A haven for seniors

They met online, “I’m
Tall,” he said. “I’m short” said she
But they were just right

Watched a young George
Clooney movie. Some actors
Appeal best when aged

Early morning tunes
Nat King Cole for more sleep
Elvis for wakening

Waking up at three
No more slumbering for me.
Sipping tea in the dark

Those living long ago
Helped shape the world we know
We will do the same