Wrinkles - or Holidays?

Lunched with friends one Sunday

Many things we did discuss

Work, plans, family life..

Age catching up with us.

We’re all approaching fifty

(I must say, we’re mildly shocked)

We don’t want life to pass us by

We want to say life “rocked”.

We spoke of bands we want to see

Of trips that will be great

Wanting to enjoy weekends -

We agreed housework can wait!

A sunny Saturday at the beach 🏖

Life’s far too short to worry

About hair that’s turning grey

And when it comes to “fine lines”

We might get to them, one day.

Fight the visible signs of ageing?

We’d rather save our dough 💰

There are so many places to be

And things to do, you know.

One friend nicely summed it up

“Wrinkles - or holidays?”

Given any chance, I’ll pack my bag

And head off – lead the way!

A Valentine's Day Poem

Love hearts are all around  

Valentine’s Day is drawing near

Hubby and I don't make a fuss

We've been together many years.

Back when our romance was young

(And, let’s face it, so were we)

We embraced Valentine’s Day

Made a bit of an effort, you see.

I remember those exciting times

When we were truly smitten 💕

Valentine’s cards were purchased

And romantic words, written.

Cute toys were exchanged

And flowers were a winner

We'd often pop a cork (or two!) 

Along with a nice dinner.

Ads in the newspaper

Were carefully arranged

But, after we were married,

Well… Valentine’s Day changed.

I asked for no more flowers

Notices, or stuffed bunnies

Valentine’s Day became low-key

In order to save money.

Now we just exchange small gifts

To show that we each care

They’re often sweet and edible

…Chocolates (not underwear!)

Feeling the Cold

I should be used to winter

But it’s becoming clear

That, somehow, I feel the cold

More each passing year.

I rug up like an Eskimo

Have the heaters set to high

My kids sweat and peel off clothes

“It’s far too hot!” they cry.

Well, it’s alright for my young

I know they’re all naysayers

Laughing, they say “Really Mum?

You’re wearing how many layers?”

These kids, they do not get it

They just can’t understand

So I say (like my dear granny)

“Come here and feel my hands”.

Cold hands mean a warm heart

So my heart must be ablaze!  🔥

The chill in these extremities

Never ceases to amaze.

Sadly, fingers white and icy  ❄️

Are an all too common blight

My poor husband jumps a mile

When I cuddle up at night.  

And, speaking of bedtime,

Oh - how unsexy I do get!

Thick blankets, woolly socks  

And PJs of flannelette.

I hanker for the winter’s end

For I do like spring a lot

I like the sunshine and the warmth

I just hope it's not too hot...

Changing Tastes Part 2: Food

I browse around the grocery store

There’s cake, lollies, cookies and more

I look at the treats, so artfully arranged

And think of how my tastes have changed.

Chocolate’s a good place to start  🍫

(A subject quite close to my heart)

These days it’s dark choc that I favour

Milk? White? Too sweet their flavour! 

I once loved a slice of cake  🍰

Now, most times, I don’t partake

Donuts, profiteroles, eclairs

For them, I really have no care.

Fruit juice, soft drink – not for me

Nor is ice cream (how can that be?)

With all those changes it must appear

There’s nothing left to bring me cheer.

Past the dessert bar I’ll keep walking

But antipasto? Now we’re talking!

Savoury snacks? Oh, yes please!

And I’ll have some of that yummy cheese. 🧀

While I enjoy all those savoury tastes

They’re probably no better for my waist!

All those sweets - you can have
But I might be tempted by some pav...

Changing Tastes Part 1: Booze

My body has changed as I’ve aged

But that’s OK - I’m not enraged

Something that I never knew

Was that my tastebuds would change too.

I browse around the liquor store

And see wine, beer, spirits, and more

All those drinks, so artfully arranged

But, oh, how my tastes have changed!

I once thought wine sweet and fruity

Was a thing of endless beauty

But now I’d rather end my day

With a nice cab sav🍷 or chardonnay. 

I decline spirits, mixed and pure

I’d much prefer a smooth liqueur

I’ve cut back on beer, coz I can tell

All that gas makes my tummy swell…

With all those changes, you may think

There’s not much left for me to drink

Baileys? Kahlua? Make mine a double!
And I never say "no" to some (dry) bubbles 🍾

A Tale of Thinning Hair

I’ve never fussed much with my hair

My style is generally “wash and wear”

I keep it short – there’s little to do

Fancy styling? I have no clue!

Curlers? Straighteners? Not for me

I’m really lazy and carefree

Until now my only whinge

Has been my pesky, curly fringe.