Aging Poem

An Aging Mother

My mom has turned 92 years old. She is very agile, walks every day and rarely uses a cane to walk despite gout and arthritis. She is laser sharp mentally. She loves to read and she would sit for hours to read a newspaper. I depend on her to tell me the current events, which she would capture accurately. Then she would happily give you a summary again later in the day if you ask her "anything new?"

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My Mom

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Published: May 2020

Her face now aged with visible lines.
She calls them the challenges of her lifetime.
She walks every day though stricken with gout,
Circling the park from north to south.

Her hair now ashen shades of gray.
It's thinning and sometimes in disarray.
She reads the newspaper from cover to cover.
Then she'll retell it over and over.

This is a woman who held my hand.                 
Her grip is now loose, but still she is grand.
Aging has taken its toll on this lady,
But she's still going strong at well past ninety.

Woman, I humbly salute you today
On this your 92nd birthday.
Pray tell that you will be around forever,
For you are the anchor that holds us together.

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