This poem was written at two VERY different times in my life. It was started in 2011 and finished in 2019.
Talk about PRO-aging!
I feel more in tune with myself. More able to look at my life and understand pain may not always be my enemy. It also can be my friend, and in many instances, my teacher.
Do I feel the same way I felt when I wrote the body of the poem?
No, I definitely do not.
Sometimes we have to "let it burn".
Burn off our karma, our past judgment, our self-criticism, self-doubt and pain.
What may feel like constantly getting "burned" may be burning off our garbage so we can go to the next level of our lives.
Take heart, it isn't always as bad as it seems.
Keep moving forward.
It's worth it.
Thanks for reading.
See you again soon.
The article is entitled “Who are you calling old lady?”
Revolution Gray is an online magazine that focuses on women fifty and over. A very positive, forward thinking publication that supports women fifty and over in every aspect of their lives.
I recommend that anyone who has a women fifty and over in their lives make it a point to take a look at this magazine.
The poignant thing about this story is that it's really quite funny...
...for an end of life story.
I have a family member who is near the end of her life.
More than being an anecdote, this story is a tribute to her, because she’s the proverbial spit-fire.
The somber note is that Alzheimer’s is slowly altering her memory, her behavior, and shortening her life.
For ANYONE out there with a family member or a friend suffering from Alzheimer’s, my heart goes out to you!
Educate yourself. Be patient and loving with YOURSELF AND your loved one. Times like this show us what we’re made of.
For the sake of the article I am going to call her Ms. T, both for her privacy and for ease of writing.
Ms. T has lived a wonderful life full of family, friends, events, travel, parties, rubbing elbows with notables, golf games and real estate.
She was a whiz at selling real estate AND she was a great golfer. She played with some heavy hitters. In her prime real estate and golf went together extremely well. I imagine they still go together today — BIG deals being made on the 9th hole.
To this very day, in her late 80’s, she is a classy woman — always well-dressed, always putting her best foot forward.
She has a closet that every woman with taste and style wants to raid…
…and a smile that lights up a room. A big, broad smile.
Ms. T wears a specific color of Revlon lipstick. Revlon, not L’Oreal, or MAC or Urban Decay, but Revlon.
One day she noticed she was running out of her favorite lipstick and asked her daughter to pick up another tube.
I’ll add that Ms. T also has a taste for good vodka. She loves her evening cocktail hour. Who can begrudge an 87 year-old woman her cocktail hour???
In addition to her favorite lipstick she also requested her favorite vodka, in the convenient gallon economy size.
Her daughter, being the loving daughter she is, bought her mother TWO tubes of lipstick.
Ladies, we all know how this goes — eventually every cosmetic company stops making our favorite shade of lipstick and we have to find a new color that never quite matches or looks as good as the old color.
Two tubes is an assurance of continuing to have the right color.
The vodka, well, if you drink vodka you know what works.
Later in the day loving daughter delivered the two tubes of lipstick and the bottle of vodka.
Ms. T asked why she bought her two tubes of lipstick?
In her daughter’s mind it was for the aforementioned reasons. They make sense to me.
Ms. T said she may not live long enough to finish the two tubes of lipstick.
“Then why did I get you such a big bottle of vodka if you think you might not be around much longer?”
“Oh, I’ll be around long enough to drink the vodka!”
That reminds me of a quote from The Godfather:
“Leave the gun, take the cannolis!”
"Forget the lipstick, get the vodka!”
As always, thanks for reading.
See you again soon.
For help for you, a family member, or friend with Alzheimer’s:
This prose was inspired by a photo my sister-in-law sent to me from the first snow of the season in Portland, Oregon. It brought back memories of snowy and cold days in Fredonia, New York near Buffalo, St. Louis, Chicago and New York City. What memories do you have of similar experiences?
There is no time like the present to speak up, speak out and to be heard. As we move forward in life we learn (hopefully) what works and what does not work for us and we can draw the boundaries and also open our expression!
What and who makes you want to dance?
Dance as if you don't care who is watching?!
Not worry about others' opinions, judgment, or envy.
BE AWESOME and AUTHENTIC.
This doesn't just apply to poets. It also applies to any writer who has been told "the rules". Rules can and will be broken in writing. What is in fashion today with certain publishers is out of fashion tomorrow. Write, write, write!!! Blaze that trail. Express your true self. Keep at it. Don't stop. There is a place for us all. Carpe Diem. There is no time like the present. Nothing ventured...you get the idea.
I am passionate about PRO-AGING. Aging as well as possible - given our life circumstances - with enthusiasm, contentment, vitality and energy.