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Slow heels by Bernadette Richards

Bernadette Richards | February 19th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

I’m old and probably ill
Slow on my heels
But I haven’t lost my mind
or so I believe (a little laughter please!)
Why do some address me…
speak of me?
as if I’m a child
as if little numbered
and big numbered human beings
are incapable of applying their minds

Your concerns are valid I concur
But please
don’t treat me as if death is the next ice-cube in my miniature bourbon
Sure I enjoy gardening
Scrapbooking and perhaps bowls or crocheting
But how do you conclude that anything remotely exciting must be prohibited?
A dog leash for the aged – what are you afraid of?

I agree some habits and phrases go potty
And sometimes I’m ridiculously batty
I have earned the right to go a bit spotty
I wish you’d find purpose
in my stories, my wisdom
Been through much to wear those limited-edition shirts
And sweet miracle of desire, I still long for bits of intimacy with my partner

Poet Bio

Bernadette Richards is from Cape Town. She is inspired by diverse forms of art and believes that creativity is one of the best forms of therapy.

 

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