A Content Life Poem by maria goodison

A Content Life



Grandma in her rocking chair, grandpa taking care
of the dogs.
A gentle summer sun is settling on the window sill
there's a very old, fat, black cat claiming his spot in
the last of the sun.
Grandma take the last sip from her bone China cup
and pulls her knitting from the faded bag.
Grandpa puffing on his pipe, his slippers are very
worn but he does not mind.
Still content with his and his wife life, as both reach
81 years

Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: being old
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