I wonder what I’ll be like

when I am an old woman.

Will I be strong and feisty and

active to the end of my days?

My cane might double as a sword

to battle the dragons of my imagination.

Perhaps a whack on the bum

of the young man whose pants are

flirting with his knees–

something I’d like to do today,

but I don’t possess the rash uncaring

of one who faces their final freedom.

Will I be the quiet and thoughtful

old lady that demands respect

with my countenance alone?

My spectacles upon my nose

perched to read the book held

in my feeble and  wrinkled hands

yet able to peer over with a reproachful

warning that silence is sacred.

The only loud music deserving

my aged ears would be the

trumpets heralding my arrival home.


Will I return to a childlike state

with eyes vacant and unaware?

Too tough to take a sudden departure,

leaving my body for heavenly visits,

unaware of the stench of my

own waste in an adult diaper;

only being pulled back to my body

by a child’s exuberant cry of “Grammy!

We love you!” causing a smile to

form on my wrinkled face.

photo courtesy of Mimi Foxmorton

Will I look in the mirror and

wonder who is looking back at me?

Surely that wrinkled old woman

can’t possibly be me.

Inside maybe I will still feel sixteen–

carefree and wanting to dance

the night away, but trapped

within a body that refuses to stand.

I might wonder how I could

have possibly grown so old and frail.


I wonder, but not too much.


For my wonderful friend Mimi Foxmorton and her mom.

Linking to One Single Impression where the theme is spectacles.  I was very late posting this, so I’ve decided to share at Real Toad’s open link today.

A Real Challenge from Real Toads

I have to say, I think some of the most difficult challenges for writing are those that give a tiny glimpse into the works of a person and ask us to write how they inspire us.  I generally have never heard of these people (face it, they aren’t goats), and I’m so worried I will write something that would offend them.  Today, we were given a glimpse into the work of Patti Smith, who seems to be an amazing gifted writer, photographer and singer.  I hope my meager offering is acceptable.

Taxed Enough Already

busy hanging on to

all we’ve got

can’t share with

my fellow man~

Sittin’ in my ivory

tower looking

to the streets below.

Taxed Enough Already

can’t help the

homeless, sick and broken;

Too busy on vacation-

a cruise to relax and unwind.

Taxed Enough Already

food drive and donations-

I couldn’t possibly

contribute; I have

a tea to attend

where we’re going to talk

about how we’ve been

Taxed Enough Already.


Be sure to visit Real Toads for more poetry inspired by Patti Smith.

I Was Wrong

I tried to be considerate,

but I was wrong.

I wanted to lessen your burden,

but it didn’t help.

I tried to explain myself,

but you didn’t hear the apology.

I threw myself at your feet

begging for forgiveness,

but you walked all over me.

I cried a river for the pain I caused,

and you simply watched me drown.

Linking to One Single Impression where the theme is wrong.

Linking to d’Verse Poets where the task was to write a poem with undercurrents.

Linking to Open Link at Real Toads.