Tag Archives: ageing

Golden…

My hair’s a mess and lacking life I’m feeling fat and frumpy. Although I gave up vanity A while ago… I’m grumpy. I ache in bits I will not name And every bone and tooth, I don’t mind growing older … Continue reading

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Aging and Wisdom, The Perennial Years by D.G. Kaye

How many times have we said we don’t feel or look our age? When did middle-age sneak into our lives? Where did the years go? I’m sure we’ve all begged the answers to those questions once or twice as we … Continue reading

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Looking out

With half an eye to a handsome face… Rugged, smooth or touched with grace… Or a pretty dress I’d love to wear, A pair of heels, a style of hair… I’m seventeen, or twenty three… Or would have been Were … Continue reading

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Temporarily immortal

Morning lights the east with liquid flame as the earth and I shrink into ourselves, frozen and pensive. Even so, with such beauty as this you almost wish you could live forever so the memory of it would never fade. … Continue reading

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Rebel #midnighthaiku

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#ExcerptWeek – MenoWhat? by D. J. Kaye

Reblogged from The Write Stuff: Excerpt –MenoWhat? A Memoir by D.G. Kaye FROM HIP TO WAIST WE JOIN  Until we actually live through something, it’s difficult to imagine what the experience is like. When I was young but nearing menopause, … Continue reading

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My Mother’s Hands

My son has kept my hands completely full for the past few days. Time having run out on me again tonight, I thought I would share a poem written a few years ago that seems somehow appropriate… My Mother’s Hands … Continue reading

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