In honor of Douglas’ 112th birthday (in human years) today…
The SIX SENTENCE CUE OF THE WEEK IS AGED!
…and a little poem I wrote for him some time ago…in six sentences
FORGOTTEN
It’s the middle of the night.
I feel the pressure of his weight on my chest,
the heat of his breath on my face-
he’s staring again.
Could it be he’s actually forgotten me?
My little old man is sundowning.
He gently touches my face.
Silently he beckons me to wake, and tell him who I am.
- COME BACK THURSDAY TO LINK UP!
- WITH A STORY ANY GENRE, A POEM, A BULLETIN, AN ANNOUNCEMENT…
- JUST COME BACK
- COME BACK WITH NO MORE (OR LESS) THAN SIX SENTENCES!
- OH, AND USE THE WORD aged…SOME HOW…
- OR IF YOU’D RATHER, USE THE WORD aged.
FRIST beotches.
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Frist it is WB!!!
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I love the poem btw.
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Thank you!
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GREAT CUE, Ivy–and lovely poem to honor Doug…sighing here 🙂
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Thanks! He often has me sighing.
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I can easily imagine, so cute!!
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Very nice tribute to him, your poem and a word just for him.
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Thank you!!!
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Aww…sweet poem for sweet doggie!
I am not frist.
Aged, huh? Tough one…
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You can always write about cheese!
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What Lisa said….
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Just bump off some geriatric guy!!!
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Just bump off some geriatric guy!!!
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hey, who are you looking at…. cut it out
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