When I Am OldA Poem by Kelly Scheppers...the privilege of growing old.When I Am Old When
I am old I’ll
wear my hair atop my head in
a Katharine Hepburn fashion. I’ll
rise in the break of morning with
three cats at my feet watering succulents in the kitchen window while
waiting for my coffee to brew. I’ll
sit at the table like we used to do, engage
in a crossword puzzle or two, when
I am old. When
I am old my
mother’s features will
be my only makeup. I
‘ll garden in the afternoon then
rest till dinner at three. I’ll
write poetry while sipping a Chardonnay indulge
in a hand of solitaire or two when
I am old. When
I am old and
coloring my hair no longer suits me, I’ll
walk across the meadow, green where
geese and lark take flight at dusk and
the sky is a palate of magnificent hues. The
years like memories will fade like
the light of a falling star. A
calendar of days will hauntingly remind me that
every day I
am one step closer to the other side where
you will be waiting, when
I am old. © 2022 Kelly ScheppersAuthor's Note
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Added on February 19, 2022Last Updated on February 19, 2022 AuthorKelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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