My Thoughts Slip

            My Thoughts Slip

Last night dressed for bed

looking down at the blanket

wondering what we'll do this winter

when it is cold again- then startled

when I remember it is winter now,

and I am embarrassed

ashamed...

Time and time again my thoughts slip

as more and more shadows become 3-D

reality.

Days of the week blur- months- years

all blur, faster than the speed of light

thoughts bend, names get lost

words falter, fall away, I lose my mind

I think, as I lose my memory, maybe... 

But I feel,

I feel kindness,

I feel love,

I feel beauty,

I feel safe sometimes

so very safe

by my self. 

                    poem & copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab

The Sand Now ... an Aging poem by Anne Selden Annab

   The Sand Now

The sand now

is such  a challenge.

Balance, strength

endurance.

I think I can't,

just can't.

Every ten small

staggering

steps

I stop,

just can't...

catch my breath.

But I do

and onward

towards the ocean

I trudge

exhausted

overwhelmed

and yet

such delight

as the Atlantic

grows louder,

closer, I can

just barely

can,

and am.

                                              poem & photo copyright ©2021 Anne Selden Annab