Friday, October 05, 2018
Elder Wisdom
“But the ONE way of doing it!”
insists Grandpa.
Several, actually.
Grandma chimes in with
“And leave Women’s Work
to Woman! Everything fine,
then.” Oh well, they hold
the shaking corner
on quaintness, anyway,
and cookies!
And when they finally,
finally die, we’re old
enough to plug each
other into The Cavalcade
of Stupid.
Labels: age and experience, Old Age, set in ways, stereotypes, stubbornness
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Irish
Something jars, & sense
myself hardening up.
I’ll come to some
refractory stance.
Irish. Unmovable.
You could throw
carriage bolts
at my head &
they’d bounce off,
all unfelt. You’d be
doing me a favor.
(Comfort me
with carriage bolts
for I am sick of love.)
Something jars, & sense
myself hardening up.
I’ll come to some
refractory stance.
Irish. Unmovable.
You could throw
carriage bolts
at my head &
they’d bounce off,
all unfelt. You’d be
doing me a favor.
(Comfort me
with carriage bolts
for I am sick of love.)
Labels: Irish, stubbornness
