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Tuesday, 02 July 2013

Morning Memory

By Henry Lowenstern

This morning, as I rolled out of bed,
I tried to remember what you said.
I have a hunch
it was about lunch;
but, where or when, I forget.

[INVITATION: All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. They can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, etc. Please read instructions for submitting.]

Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


I'm retired but not my wife. She has to be at work at 7:00 A.M. Why does she still, I say still get upset with me when she comes home and I've not done something she told me to do when she left at 6:15?

Liked your poem, Henry. My advice to all mature adults--write notes, write notes, write notes (and then try to recall where you left the notes!)

You're in big trouble.

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