As I surveyed my Sunday School class, It was obvious to me that we are an Older group, and not just because of Our wrinkles and white hair, (or lack Thereof). Sadly, one of our ladies just lost her Driver's license because of a Medical malady. Another endures chronic back pain as She battles cancer. The sweet friend who always sits Beside me guides her husband to His seat because he is blind. Our ailment list stretches on, And on. But as I observed the faces of the dear Weathered believers surrounding me, It was also obvious that our small circle is Filled with joy, Compassion and Spiritual depth, qualities, like cheese and Old jeans, that improve with age. |
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I'm glad old age grows on us.
I'm glad I didn't wake up one Morning, like Rip Van Winkle, and Discover that overnight my hair had Turned gray, My skin had wrinkled and that My body sagged. It's easier to accept my Infirmities when they creep up on Me gradually rather than Attacking me in one fell swoop.
I wish it weren't true, but my age is
Slowing me down. Yesterday was packed with duties and This morning I could barely drag my Bone weary body out of bed. Looking at my calendar, I see I won't Have a reprieve until 20 more days Have passed. Jack must have felt like I do. He was years older than I was, and After one especially hectic Christmas he Said, "I just can't do this anymore." I'm beginning to understand. A friend shared the quote on Facebook:
"Once you hit a certain age, you Become permanently unimpressed by a Lot of stuff." Amen to that! Stuff like flying, Staying up late to greet the new year, The opinions of movie stars, The promises of politicians, Health claims. But in my older years I've also become more Impressed by lots of little/big things. Stuff like fireflies, Flowers scattered along the edge of a Pond, The courage of afflicted ones and Caregivers, Coffee with a friend. (Thanks, Joy, for sharing.) I recognized the elderly lady with her
Unsteady steps as she walked toward the Ditch that borders our development. Her mind is mostly gone and I knew she Was lost. She didn't hear me when I called so I ran after Her and grabbed her hand before she Could slip down the steep embankment to The dry creek bed. "I'm your neighbor," I told her. "I'll take you Home." "I need to find my mother. She's here Somewhere." "We'll find your son," I said. As I led the bewildered woman across the Lawn she smiled at me and said, "You are so Sweet." "You're sweet too," I responded. In her cognizant days she was warm and Welcoming. I opened the screen door of her condo and Helped her inside. When I saw her son asleep in his recliner I Realized how his mom had slipped away Unnoticed. I didn't have the heart to wake him out of His slumber. His burden is a heavy one. When I checked back later and saw that The front door was tightly shut I knew My feeble frail friend was safe, For now. We've grandmothered. Thirty years ago the three of us were up At 5:00 A.M. walking a 4 mile route in our Neighborhood before work. Now Alice uses a walker, and I move at a Snail's pace. Joyce still walks in the morning but she lives in Colorado now. We had a mini reunion at Bob Evans and Reminisced. We recalled our hard experiences. We had lots of them. But we had each other to lean on and God, too, of course. Of course. We rehearsed the milestones we Achieved over the years. (Joyce just retired after decades of Outstanding service in education.) We lingered long and laughed a lot. And we wondered, when we left, if our Threesome will meet again. If not here, then there, of course. Of course. My poor computer's growing old, and
If I don't update it, all will be lost. If only I could update the owner too at A fairly reasonable cost. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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