Doctor Grandma

If I make it to 92,

I would want to be in my home,

Watching whatever I want on TV,

Making my own decisions,

Staying in bed if I feel like it,

And eating ice cream.

I would take the meds I need

In order to feel alive,

In order to go where I want to go,

Do what I want to do.

If I feel like painting, I will paint,

If I want to read, I will read,

Decorate my living room

With art that appeals to me.

This being said, I would also hope

That my heart remains always kind,

That I speak with love to family,

Be of service, somehow, to humanity,

I hope that I still play with children,

Taking time to see life as they do,

Be open to others around me,

Make time for friends when they call,

To not become bitter,

To not build walls,

And be willing to learn something new.

cfblack 04-13-15,

            inspired by my 92-yr-old father-in-law’s recent overnight stay in the hospital

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