Joanne Morcom is a writer, social worker and certified laughter yoga leader in Calgary, Alberta. She is the author of two poetry collections, A Nameless Place,available from Sam's Dot Publishing, and About the Blue Moon, available from magpie productions / Inkling Press. Visit her at www.joannemorcom.com
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Really liked your poem reminded me of my grandmother and I am not far behind some of those aged spots are surfacing on my hands !
Another to compliment yours along the same theme
twiddling her thumbs
back and forth
age spots in motion
Really liked your poem reminded me of my grandmother and I am not far behind some of those aged spots are surfacing on my hands !
Another to compliment yours along the same theme
twiddling her thumbs
back and forth
age spots in motion
wonderful poem. a new classic! thank you for writing it and sharing it.
I can relate. You’ve captured that feeling perfectly.
well written
__ Ah yes,! So well, seen, thought and felt Joanne; each moment's mark of time! _m
time's written
each moment check marked
parchment skin
Thanks for your comments!!