CLICK ON THE ARROW ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM It has taken time to realise that these small changes are incremental signals of approaching decline, not terrifying, just inevitable and not to be ignored. The precursor was cancer, so discrete it was almost secret, but careful doses of …
Powerful water currents lured my mother particularly those sucking at the harbour wall, but she never spoke of her real fear, wouldn’t use its common name — even when it took her. Aging doesn’t teach us courage, we just lie. When you mention another change in how …
Nothing really prepares us for old age, it’s a mystery kept from the young, to prevent their discouragement. Like an ebb tide after a full moon life starts to slip from its highpoint and flotsam begins to show. Expectation has proven false; that age rewards with …
If you have not yet reached the need for the morning ritual described in this poem, know that you have it to look forward to. Is it the aging husband with enlarged prostate? The asbestos handler with pleural plaque? The retired runner with calcified cartilage and the mysterious cyst, …
