She yells up to me.
She's leaving for work;
5:30 AM .
Sometimes I respond.
Sometimes I'm sleeping.
Sometimes pretend
I don't hear her.
That's the goodbyes now.
Forty years into marriage.
That'll have to do.
Cause a trip back upstairs
with her knees isn't happening.
I bother her about knee replacement surgery,
but her fear of doctors hospitals & a boss
who'd love to let her go two years short of
a full pension.
The payoff for all those years of crap
she put up with, well.
It's not worth the fight!
We're sliding into our golden years here,
on a hell of a lot shakier ground then we planed.
Between her knees and my medical problems,
which was what this poems was gonna be about
when I started to write it,
but I have her on my mind today
and if I mention her name.
It counts as another Linda poem
Following the guidelines laid down
that time she accuse me of not writing
any poems about her.
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