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Thursday, April 5, 2018 12:01 am

aging poem #7

aging poem #7

we moved my dad with a hip
mending to a facility in a nearby
village old friends employees in
various stages of degeneration
an active aviary he hated it refused
food snarled at the staff turned
his wheelchair on the finches we
brought him home a granddaughter
moved in he sat in his easy chair cat
snoozed around his neck raccoon 
mussed his hair he cursed the ailing
TV but mainly gazed out the picture
window over the fields to the distant
busy traffic on I-90 wondered where 
everyone was always going that’s
a question for any of us to ponder

©2018 Jacqueline Jackson

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