![]() Growing OlderA Poem by Grandmary![]() Holidays for seniors are sometimes lonely![]() It's cold, and ice coats the walk outside. Bundled in coat, mittens and cap, I slowly make my way out the door. The walker gets lodged against the screen, Hampering the journey; Grab bars in the doorway preventing a fall. Will it really be worth the journey? My heart pounds as I take the first steps, Slowly taking care not to slip and maybe break a bone. Perhaps I should have called someone to go instead ... Halfway there, apply the brakes and turn to sit and catch my breath; A cloud of white escaping my lips as I rethink this trip. Colored lights dance in the windows of neighboring homes - A tree twinkles, cheerful glass balls dance on boughs. I pull myself back to my feet, smiling at the holiday sight. Slowly moving toward my goal; hope growing. Finally I arrive and open the metal door. Reaching inside, I pull forth my prize - junk mail, A couple of bills. Not one Christmas card.
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