Oy.
I've noticed with age,
that my mind clicks more slowly
each day.
But this week takes the cake.
I always tell hospice families
that grief will take
a lot of mental energy,
but it is another thing
to experience it.
I find myself oddly dislexic,
(and uncertain I spelled that right),
mixing my numbers
when performing simple tasks
like writing down a phone number
or writing a check.
My train of thought
keeps derailing.
Everything seems to take
more effort than usual.
On the whole,
I feel pretty chipper
(except when I don't)
and expect to feel even better
when we finally
have a day without clouds.
Oh, well.
Keep the dark chocolate coming,
hold the purring kitten,
and wait for sunny days.
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