i met with an old friend this week. we were in the playpen together when our fathers were in World War 2. now we are both 81- its amazing to be this old and still feel like Im young- not young like the playpen but still can feel like what it was like to swim nude. thanks for bringing that up
In the midst of all the tragic events that are going on here, it's good to recall that I/we also swam nude around midnight at the kibbutz pool, co-ed, and I think everyone's eyesight was okay, at least mine was. Also one time in the Mediterranean Sea, near Caesarea. I was the only one with a camera, and when the others asked me to take photos, I said let's just leave it with memories. Hallelujah!
you speak so well of so many of the difficulties alongside the pleasures of growing older. before reading your poem this morning, i sent off an e-mail to an old friend -- someone i went to college with. we've reconnected after many years and meet every 2 months on zoom with 2 others who were in our circle @50 years ago. it's been a great experience, an affirmation of who we were then, who we are now.
I especially like this because tone is crucial in this poem and I think you got it just right! Please let me know the process and cost of upgrading to “paid” and if I can commit I will.
i met with an old friend this week. we were in the playpen together when our fathers were in World War 2. now we are both 81- its amazing to be this old and still feel like Im young- not young like the playpen but still can feel like what it was like to swim nude. thanks for bringing that up
In the midst of all the tragic events that are going on here, it's good to recall that I/we also swam nude around midnight at the kibbutz pool, co-ed, and I think everyone's eyesight was okay, at least mine was. Also one time in the Mediterranean Sea, near Caesarea. I was the only one with a camera, and when the others asked me to take photos, I said let's just leave it with memories. Hallelujah!
You help us let go and feel the sadness.
you speak so well of so many of the difficulties alongside the pleasures of growing older. before reading your poem this morning, i sent off an e-mail to an old friend -- someone i went to college with. we've reconnected after many years and meet every 2 months on zoom with 2 others who were in our circle @50 years ago. it's been a great experience, an affirmation of who we were then, who we are now.
I especially like this because tone is crucial in this poem and I think you got it just right! Please let me know the process and cost of upgrading to “paid” and if I can commit I will.
Hi Patricia thanks for your generous response. I'll post a link about upgrading to paid tomorrow. Yours Esther
I’m sorry for your loss. A good friend of ours of 40 years, Sharon died last week.
Dare I say, We are of the age it’s happening more and will continue. Doesn’t make it any easier.