Mean Time
When I think it's time for bed,
You first raise a sleepy head.
When to dreamy dawn I wake
You at teatime take your break
I make lunch in noonday sun
As your long day's work is done.
You sit up till two or three
while we cook and eat our tea.
You are in tomorrow then.
Not just elsewhere, but quite elsewhen.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 9th Jul 2020 12:07
If one's personal horizons have spread even further, I think growing older just means 'growing better'! I do realize not everyone has 'choice', or, perhaps, for diverse reasons, just cannot use it.
I so remember your froth of silver hair, like a banner of 'great thinking'. You were always very impressive, from top to toe. I loved it.