MEMORIES OF MUM by Jan Lowing

She sits with only memories for friends,
alone and lonely she’s outlived them all.
Placed in a nursing home because a fall
forced her from her home, she now depends
on others; how she prays that this will end.
For over fifty years at beck and call,
her Harry’s wished held her in their thrall
and now she longs to join him once again.
Arthritic fingers fiddle with the aid,
her eyes are dim, too poor to read or write.
From mindless boredom take me now, she prays,
the mind of this old nurse still clear and bright.
The Twin Towers fell, in blood and fire were razed.
Gwen slipped past in the crowd. God’s oversight?



AGE

Age is strange, just a point of view,

Depends whose eyes you’re looking through;

As kids at school we knew quite well

All teachers were as old as hell . . .

But when we got as old as them

We still felt as we did at ten .

So when your friends begin to moan

Of ailments that sure make them groan,

And coffee time begins to sound

Like doctors going on their rounds . . .

It’s time to trust your inner self,

Don’t think you’re old and on the shelf.

Do all those things you wanted to,

There’ll never be a younger you!
AGE

Age is strange, just a point of view,

Depends whose eyes you’re looking through;

As kids at school we knew quite well

All teachers were as old as hell . . .

But when we got as old as them

We still felt as we did at ten .

So when your friends begin to moan

Of ailments that sure make them groan,

And coffee time begins to sound

Like doctors going on their rounds . . .

It’s time to trust your inner self,

Don’t think you’re old and on the shelf.

Do all those things you wanted to,

There’ll never be a younger you!



AGE

Age is strange, just a point of view,

Depends whose eyes you’re looking through;

As kids at school we knew quite well

All teachers were as old as hell . . .

But when we got as old as them

We still felt as we did at ten .

So when your friends begin to moan

Of ailments that sure make them groan,

And coffee time begins to sound

Like doctors going on their rounds . . .

It’s time to trust your inner self,

Don’t think you’re old and on the shelf.

Do all those things you wanted to,

There’ll never be a younger you!