Painting by Oresta Costa‘Sort of Old’ and Other Poetry by Heidi Griminger Blanke The Society January 29, 2018 Culture, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments Sort of Old I take my senior discount at restaurants and stores. I cover up my gray hairs with Clairol reservoirs My bathroom’s filled with potions I slather on my face. AHAs and Retinols are things that I embrace. No longer do I tuck in my skirts and skinny jeans. Instead I opt for loose fit they don’t show in magazines. Don’t think that I am that old, cause I don’t do early bird. To finish up at five o’clock is outstandingly absurd. Yet as the day draws to a close, I’m first to get in bed. My book is open on my lap eyes closing, page unread. Slo-mo The alarm no longer rings at six no teeth to brush or hair to fix My dentures wait in plastic case My hairbrush needs no warm embrace. I rise as slowly as I want a ninety-year-old debutante It takes me hours just to dress and for my brain to coalesce. For breakfast soft foods are my friend It’s better at the other end. My friends have coffee, I have tea Caffeine doesn’t agree with me. I shuffle for my daily walk My knees can feel the aftershock. Agility is not quite so Quarter speed is how I go. But every day I greet the sun. I’m up and out to have some fun. Here’s looking at one hundred years I plan to outlive all my peers. Heidi Griminger Blanke won her first writing contest at age ten. She is now a freelance writer who writes regularly for area publications. Her romance novel, Redesigning Love, was published under the pen name Lisa Gabrielle and her essays and poetry have appeared in a number of anthologies, most recently Oasis Journal 2017 and Dumped: Stories of Women Unfriending Women. Blanke credits her success to Women Writers Ink, a western Wisconsin group promoting and supporting female writers. She lives with her husband in the beautiful Driftless Region. Related Post ‘A History Lesson’ by Joseph S. Salemi He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. The misreporting of great Caesar’s death Errs by one gross omission. We’re not told That when conspirators... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 6 Responses Fr. Richard Libby January 29, 2018 What a nice combination of reality, whimsy, and encouragement! Reply Heidi Blanke January 30, 2018 Thank you. Reply Victoria Danielson January 29, 2018 I especially enjoyed Sort of Old. Thank you for sharing. Reply Heidi Blanke January 30, 2018 Thanks, Victoria. Reply David Watt February 1, 2018 Both poems are positive and enjoyable. The closing image in ‘Sort of Old’ is particularly vivid. Reply David Hollywood February 2, 2018 These are smashing poems. Many thanks. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.