This poem was written by my 94 1/2 year old aunt. She’s been writing poetry for many years, often about nature. Her blog is at “94 and Still Writing” (I’m just starting to add some of her many poems to that blog)
She is a very competent, independent woman who, until just a few years ago, was very active with hiking, cross country skiing, canoeing, gardening, keeping a wood fire going in her kitchen stove and clearing her pond of lily pads etc. I think you’ll be able to sense her wonderful strength and independence and the challenges of accepting these recent limitations.
Any feedback? I’d be happy to pass any comments along to her….
I think she’d love to know that others read her poem …