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Tag: middle age
A Work Mother
‘Twas my birthday recently
The big 5-0 is drawing near
I’m an “oldie” where I work
That much is very clear!
My colleagues are barely 20
(You can do the sums…)
Just the other day, they said
“You could be our Mum!”
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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Spider Veins
Spider veins, please go away Don’t come back another day! I had injections, you should be gone But, instead, you press on… Onwards you spread, purple and blue What on earth am I to do? I’m tired of long pants in the heat Perhaps I should admit defeat… Let my legs have some fresh air And worry not if people stare Wear what I want, and be bold It’s quite liberating (so I’m 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 “Stay away from me!”
“Icicle hands!” and such…
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.
We’re all approaching fifty
(I must say, we’re mildly shocked)
We don’t want life to pass us by
We want to say life “rocked”.
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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| A sunny Saturday at the beach 🏖 |
Life’s far too short to worry
About hair that’s turning grey
And when it comes to “fine lines”
We might get to them, one day.
Fight the visible signs of ageing?
We’d rather save our dough 💰
There are so many places to be
And things to do, you know.
One friend nicely summed it up
“Wrinkles – or holidays?”
Given any chance, I’ll pack my bag
And head off – lead the way!
A Valentine’s Day Poem
Love hearts are all around
Valentine’s Day is drawing near
Hubby and I don’t make a fuss
We’ve been together many years.
Back when our romance was young
(And, let’s face it, so were we)
We embraced Valentine’s Day
Made a bit of an effort, you see.
I remember those exciting times
When we were truly smitten 💕
Valentine’s cards were purchased
And romantic words, written.
Cute toys were exchanged
And flowers were a winner
We’d often pop a cork (or two!)
Along with a nice dinner.
Ads in the newspaper
Were carefully arranged
But, after we were married,
Well… Valentine’s Day changed.
I asked for no more flowers
Notices, or stuffed bunnies
Valentine’s Day became low-key
In order to save money.
Now we just exchange small gifts
To show that we each care
They’re often sweet and edible
…Chocolates (not underwear!)
Feeling the Cold
I should be used to winter
But it’s 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
“It’s far too hot!” they cry.
Well, it’s alright for my young
I know they’re all naysayers
Laughing, they say “Really Mum?
You’re wearing how many layers?”
These kids, they do not get it
They just can’t understand
So I say (like my dear granny)
“Come here and feel my hands”.
Cold hands mean a warm heart
So my heart must be ablaze! 🔥
The chill in these extremities
Never ceases to amaze.
Sadly, fingers white and icy ❄️
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 winter’s 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
There’s cake, lollies, cookies and more
I look at the treats, so artfully arranged
And think of how my tastes have changed.
Chocolate’s a good place to start 🍫
(A subject quite close to my heart)
These days it’s dark choc that I favour
Milk? White? Too sweet their flavour!
I once loved a slice of cake 🍰
Now, most times, I don’t partake
Donuts, profiteroles, eclairs
For them, I really have no care.
Fruit juice, soft drink – not for me
Nor is ice cream (how can that be?)
With all those changes it must appear
There’s nothing left to bring me cheer.
Past the dessert bar I’ll keep walking
But antipasto? Now we’re talking!
Savoury snacks? Oh, yes please!
And I’ll have some of that yummy cheese. 🧀
While I enjoy all those savoury tastes
They’re 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 I’ve aged
But that’s OK – I’m 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 I’d rather end my day
With a nice cab sav🍷 or chardonnay.
I decline spirits, mixed and pure
I’d much prefer a smooth liqueur
I’ve cut back on beer, coz I can tell
All that gas makes my tummy swell…
With all those changes, you may think
There’s not much left for me to drink
Baileys? Kahlua? Make mine a double!
And I never say “no” to some (dry) bubbles 🍾
And I never say “no” to some (dry) bubbles 🍾
A Tale of Thinning Hair
I’ve never fussed much with my hair
My style is generally “wash and wear”
I keep it short – there’s little to do
Fancy styling? I have no clue!
Curlers? Straighteners? Not for me
I’m really lazy and carefree
Until now my only whinge
Has been my pesky, curly fringe.
But now I think there is a need
To pay my hair a bit more heed
In recent years my wavy mop
Has been getting rather thin on top.
The back has always been quite thick
But the rest is disappearing quick
The middle part is now so wide
It’s looking like the Great Divide!
I’m glad my hair’s not yet grey
I just wish that it would stay!
Elaborate plans I soon must hatch
To cover the ever-thinning patch.
Kathy Szaters 