MA,
That's an awesome poem.

Anne327,
I love your poems and am so happy you decided to join us. IMO
time stands still for the elderly, who are no longer living active, productive lives. Ten minutes to them is like an hour
to the rest of us. Time crawls for the very young and the very
old. They're lonesome. They long for attention. And some, not
all, put on a show to get recognition. Oh, I know most are actually spaced out. But IMO a few pretend to be whatever the
people who put them away, claim that they are. Stepchildren
say my friend is wacko; she loves hubby. So she goes along with what his kids want her to be. Words cannot describe the sadness of this situation. IMO, Inside all older people, resides a youngster, for all eternity.