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Category: middle age
A Work Mother
āTwas my birthday recently
The big 5-0 is drawing near
Iām an “oldie” where I work
That much is very clear!
My colleagues are barely 20
(You can do the sumsā¦)
Just the other day, they said
āYou could be our Mum!ā
I hope I can be useful, and
Make them feel inspired
I just wish I had their energy
Instead of feeling tired!
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The Plane Trip (or “Being a Spoilsport!”)
We boarded a domestic flight
Found our seats in a short while
My hubby asked āWant the middle?
Or would you prefer the aisle?ā
I glanced upon the window seat
There sat a blonde goddess
Tanned, thin, full of grace…
And wearing a short dress.
I turned to my dear husband
Replied with a wry smile
āHow about I take the middle
And you, hon, take the aisle?ā
We settled down into our seats
And as I fastened up my buckle
I glanced at her, then at him
And had a quiet chuckle.
Spider Veins
Spider veins, please go away Donāt come back another day! I had injections, you should be gone But, instead, you press onā¦ Onwards you spread, purple and blue What on earth am I to do? Iām tired of long pants in the heat Perhaps I should admit defeatā¦ Let my legs have some fresh air And worry not if people stare Wear what I want, and be bold Itās quite liberating (so Iām told).
Getting Warmer
My poor hands are always cold
Forever turning white or blue
Alas, my woes do not end there
For my feet are icy, too.
Because I am so frosty
Nobody wants to touch
They say āStay away from me!ā
āIcicle hands!ā and suchā¦
But there is a silver lining
That makes it seem less dire
For I do enjoy warming up
In front of a toasty fire.
Wrinkles – or Holidays?
Lunched with friends one Sunday
Many things we did discuss
Work, plans, family life..
Age catching up with us.
Weāre all approaching fifty
(I must say, weāre mildly shocked)
We donāt want life to pass us by
We want to say life ārockedā.
We spoke of bands we want to see
Of trips that will be great
Wanting to enjoy weekends –
We agreed housework can wait!
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Lifeās far too short to worry
About hair thatās turning grey
And when it comes to āfine linesā
We might get to them, one day.
Fight the visible signs of ageing?
Weād rather save our dough š°
There are so many places to be
And things to do, you know.
One friend nicely summed it up
āWrinkles – or holidays?ā
Given any chance, Iāll pack my bag
And head off ā lead the way!
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My Autopilot Brain
The human brainās a lazy beast
In terms of work, it prefers the least
Given any chance, habits will form
Much less thinking – thatās the norm!
Take my drive to work each day
āHowād I get here?ā I often say
I donāt remember turning right
What colour was that traffic light?
And the left turn, way back there
I hope I did that one with care
All those road signs – I paid no heed
Fingers crossed I didnāt speed.
You see, my brain takes a little break
As if the commuteās āa piece of cakeā
Believing that thereās nothing to it
Means āautopilotā gets to do it.
Please brain, stay on for common tasks
Itās really not too much to ask
Driving demands more attention
So do other things Iād like to mention.
Stay switched on when Iām going out
So Iām not left to stress about
Whether Iāve locked the front door
Turned off the iron, oven, and more.
And, wherever I go, when I get there
Come on – show a bit more care
Lift your game, please, raise the bar
So I can recall if Iāve locked the car!
Dear brain, donāt worry or despair
Just work a bit harder, itās only fair
For now though, I will call it a day
I’ve forgotten what else I was going to say!
I’ve forgotten what else I was going to say!
Feeling the Cold
I should be used to winter
But itās becoming clear
That, somehow, I feel the cold
More each passing year.
I rug up like an Eskimo
Have the heaters set to high
My kids sweat and peel off clothes
āItās far too hot!ā they cry.
Well, itās alright for my young
I know theyāre all naysayers
Laughing, they say āReally Mum?
Youāre wearing how many layers?ā
These kids, they do not get it
They just canāt understand
So I say (like my dear granny)
āCome here and feel my handsā.
Cold hands mean a warm heart
So my heart must be ablaze! Ā š„
The chill in these extremities
Never ceases to amaze.
Sadly, fingers white and icy Ā āļø
Are an all too common blight
My poor husband jumps a mile
When I cuddle up at night.
And, speaking of bedtime,
Oh – how unsexy I do get!
Thick blankets, woolly socks
And PJs of flannelette.
I hanker for the winterās end
For I do like spring a lot
I like the sunshine and the warmth
I just hope it’s not too hot…
Changing Tastes Part 2: Food
I browse around the grocery store
Thereās cake, lollies, cookies and more
I look at the treats, so artfully arranged
And think of how my tastes have changed.
Chocolateās a good place to start Ā š«
(A subject quite close to my heart)
These days itās dark choc that I favour
Milk? White? Too sweet their flavour!
I once loved a slice of cake Ā š°
Now, most times, I donāt partake
Donuts, profiteroles, eclairs
For them, I really have no care.
Fruit juice, soft drink ā not for me
Nor is ice cream (how can that be?)
With all those changes it must appear
Thereās nothing left to bring me cheer.
Past the dessert bar Iāll keep walking
But antipasto? Now weāre talking!
Savoury snacks? Oh, yes please!
And Iāll have some of that yummy cheese. š§
While I enjoy all those savoury tastes
Theyāre probably no better for my waist!
All those sweets – you can have
But I might be tempted by some pav…
But I might be tempted by some pav…
Changing Tastes Part 1: Booze
My body has changed as Iāve aged
But thatās OK – Iām not enraged
Something that I never knew
Was that my tastebuds would change too.
I browse around the liquor store
And see wine, beer, spirits, and more
All those drinks, so artfully arranged
But, oh, how my tastes have changed!
I once thought wine sweet and fruity
Was a thing of endless beauty
But now Iād rather end my day
With a nice cab savš·Ā or chardonnay.
I decline spirits, mixed and pure
Iād much prefer a smooth liqueur
Iāve cut back on beer, coz I can tell
All that gas makes my tummy swellā¦
With all those changes, you may think
Thereās not much left for me to drink
Baileys? Kahlua? Make mine a double!
And I never say “no” to some (dry) bubblesĀ š¾
And I never say “no” to some (dry) bubblesĀ š¾
Kathy Szaters 