Tuesday, July 19, 2022

GROWING OLD

Sonny died

I cried

Starting over


My sons

Each married

Left home


Empty house

Quiet telephone

Bedtime early


Hair grayed

Eyes blurred

Outlook dimmed

So alone

Fell down

Who cares?


-Linda Hoagland

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