A Time to Go…#68

Twenty-one days since I posted on “The Last Chapter”, so much has happened during those three weeks.  First my body decided to act up, It appears that the heart valve is beginning to harden, the heart is a time bomb, a guessing game, a when will it need repair game.  This has slowed my activity least 50%, which irritates me.  My activity calls for rest from everything.  This really gets in the way of what I want to do.  The most horrible situation was the death of my nephew and his mother came first over all of my issues.  The process of publishing a collection of poems has begun, and I believe the dust has settled on my life and I will try to get back into a routine of writing.  The poem “A Time to Go” created itself, although I am far from her problems, one visit to a nursing facility for the elderly will certainly create such a poem.  I am back for now; I hope to return to posting often.  Thanks to all of you for your patients.  

A Time to Go

The old woman sit in a chair in the get-together room of the elderly housing that her children have placed her.  She has lived alone for the past forty years, now her freedom has been ripped away; all that she owns sits in a storage area of the local buy and sell shop.

Her knarred and deformed hands ache.  She has nothing more to do but contemplate the mystery that was once her life. No one really knows her; not even her children.  She looked upon the flesh of her being, time had taken its toll; she shut her eyes, it is time to go. 

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