Druid Hill Drive by Terri Kirby Erickson

Terri Kirby Erickson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Terri Kirby Erickson recently posted 5/28/58 on Oops50.  We now share a poem she wrote…enjoy!

Druid Hill Drive

©2009 Terri Kirby Erickson

(Except from Telling Tales

of Dusk, Press 53)

 

On Druid Hill Drive,

we were laughing, wiggling

flashes

of mismatched clothes

 

and spindly limbs,

who spun our parents

 

in circles as we dashed

in and out of assorted kitchens,

the sound of banging

screen doors loud

 

as cannon fire, family dogs

barking like mad

 

from the porch.  With bikes

to ride and trees

to climb, forts to build

and bugs

 

to catch, there were

barely enough hours

 

in the day for all the things

we wanted to do before

bedtime, when sleep

 

grabbed us like an undertow,

dragging tired children

 

to their weary rest

and back again,

for another round

of summer.

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Sadhvi's trying to find the balance in life over 50 without having any surgery, taking any pills, or killing anyone. She doesn't want to look or feel the way she felt when she was 20 or 30. Trusting that everything is really OK unless you think about it helps her make it through each day. Also realizing that nothing can be done, and, that nothing matters really helps. Gardening (and weeding), poppies and flowers, painting on things, baking, and sharing on Oops50 helps to make it all right too.

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