Like A Cat

My granddaughter looked up and said,

“Just now, sitting

there, book in hand,

cat on your lap,

gray hair and glasses on your nose,

you have become

a t.v. ad

about aging.”

Somehow, when I was least aware,

age crept up on

me and, like that

cat, settled in.

My hope is that we (age and me)

will find a way

to purr along

in harmony.


One comment on “Like A Cat

  1. agarrabrant says:

    Well, it’s been a half century since the warm body curled in your lap was your first born. I guess you and age have reached at least a détente of sorts.


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