Hi everyone,
Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry by Linda S. Smith:
MAX
WHEN I AM VERY OLD & SICK …
…. in my mind.
About the author: I’m married to Willy & have a stepson who owns / runs a local restaurant with his wife. I’m a retired Operating Room Registered Nurse & president of a local non-profit that sponsors 10 charities at Christmas & sends a local middle school student to NASA’s Space Camp in Huntsville, AL annually. I’m a 9 year breast cancer survivor & speak to seminars & groups about breast cancer. Also speak about fundraising, being a professional woman & to nurses seminars on a number of topics. I’m a freelance writer with articles published in Central Virginia HOME Magazine, the Communique (magazine), our local newspaper & a story published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Nurses. I’ve written & published one book of poetry / prose called Reflections of My Life of Rhyme. I totally enjoy writing the blog, probably more than anything I write, even though I don’t get paid for that. My thoughts on writing the blog are that if something I write makes just one person smile or feel some sort of connection, than I am successful. I have been surprised at the number of followers I have. From 2009 – 2015 I hosted a local television talk show, Lynchburg Live. Doing the show was one of the joys of my life.
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Thanks,
Marc
Me, too, Max. Me, too.
I’ve often been accused of being part cat and now I’m proving it.
“If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve man but deteriorate the cat.” – Mark Twain
Enjoy your dreams, Max! Aging isn’t easy.
Pretty fellow.
Thank you so much.
So cute!!!!! I love your posts!
Marta
I would wish for an old age that goes by so gracefully.
what a lovely poem
Thank you so much, Patricia. It is simple. I wrote it watching Max sleeping in his chair. He left us with dignity shortly afterward. What joy he brought to our lives.
hello max its dennis the vizsla dog hay that duz sownd like a luvly way to okyoopy wuns time wen wun is a seenyor and no longer abel to do the things we did wen we wer yung!!! i think i mite try it the nekst time i wayk up frum my nap!!! ok bye
Max, you are not alone. What a lovely poem!
Thank you so much, Mollie