Category Archives: Age

DEMENTIA

In honor of my mom who passed away in 2014.

DEMENTIA

From adult mind to child,
from doing to only receiving.
Into the valley of need
rather than sufficiency.
Not understanding,
not remembering
what she had done for years.
I held my children,
I taught my children,
but dimension took that ability from her.
But she is who she is,
even in spite of her regression.

Darlene Estlow©2013

WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY AND LIVE WITH MY KIDS

Sent to me by a friend. Since I am going to live with one of my daughters,  I thought they might enjoy it, especially the one I will not be living with! 🙂

WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY AND LIVE WITH MY KIDS

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with each kid,

And bring so much happiness just as they did.

I want to pay back all the joy they’ve provided.

Returning each deed! Oh, they’ll be so excited!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

I’ll write on the walls with red, white and blues,

And I’ll bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.

I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.

I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they’ll shout!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

When they’re on the phone and just out of reach,

I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.

Oh, they’ll snap their fingers and then shake their heads,

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

When they cook dinner and call me to eat,

I’ll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,

I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,

And when they get angry I’ll run if I’m able!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

I’ll sit close to the TV, through channels I’ll click,

I’ll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.

I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,

And play in the mud ‘til the end of the day!

When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

 

And later in bed, I’ll lay back and sigh,

I’ll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.

My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,

And say with a groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping!”

 

THE AGE INSIDE

The years go by, but deep inside
my brain says I am still sixteen.
And though the face denies it’s true,
and gray replaces brown in hair,
the age inside can’t be denied.
But as I look back down the road
and see the two that came from me
and seven more who came from them,
I find that I don’t really mind
that I am so much older than
my soul would have me to believe.
Heaven’s door is closer now,
to dwell with Jesus Christ my Lord.
And when my days on earth are done,
my life continues to be lived
in those that I have left behind.
So while my brain says I am young,
and mirror says that I am old,
I’ll smile at inside trickery
and let God fill my life with joy.

2015