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Midlife Musings

Friday, September 11th, 2009

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Midlife Musings
Fall 1994

 

Movies for a quarter, dill pickles & egg creams,
45 records spinning & I’ll See You in My Dreams.

 Bicycles just one-speed, Fibber Magee & Molly;
10 inch Black & White TV, my non-talking dolly.

 French fries on the Boardwalk, Steel Pier feats of daring;
Swapping clothes & jewelry, a sisterly kind of sharing.

 Pin clips in my stick-straight, Nair smeared above my lip.
Being cool in pegged pants & bucks, a 50s kind of sharing.

 Hours on the telephone, kissing in the park;
Spin-the-bottle innocence, initials carved in bark.

 Double feature movies, drive-ins with a date;
My mother hanging laundry; a key to fix my skate.

 Woolen leggings, itchy; galoshes all in black.
Hand-me-downs from relatives; “Don’t step on the crack!”

 Puzzles on the table; my father fixing cars;
Summers in the Catskills; dark nights filled with stars.

 Stumbling through my childhood, armed with fork & knife;
Suddenly  I was grown, and someone else’s wife.

Giving birth to children, Oh, the labor pains;
Seeing them become adults, the joy is what remains.

 Then giving birth to myself, after my divorce;
Labor pains twice as hard to chart a different course.

 Mem’ries that I conjure and some that never fade.
Good with bad, they’re all mixed up, and that’s how LIFE is made!

 

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Midlife Musings II*

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

I wrote this rhyme about two years after my divorce (Fall 1994).  The part about divorce is near the end of the rhyme, so please read to the end.

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Midlife Musings II
Fall 1994

Movies for a quarter, dill pickles & egg creams,
45 records spinning & I’ll See You in My Dreams.

Bicycles just one-speed, Fibber Magee & Molly;
10 inch Black & White TV, my non-talking dolly.

French fries on the Boardwalk, Steel Pier feats of daring;
Swapping clothes & jewelry, a sisterly kind of sharing.

Pin clips in my stick-straight, Nair smeared above my lip.
Being cool in pegged pants & bucks, a 50s kind of sharing.

Hours on the telephone, kissing in the park;
Spin-the-bottle innocence, initials carved in bark.

Double feature movies, drive-ins with a date;
My mother hanging laundry; a key to fix my skate.

Woolen leggings, itchy; galoshes all in black.
Hand-me-downs from relatives; “Don’t step on the crack!”

Puzzles on the table; my father fixing cars;
Summers in the Catskills; dark nights filled with stars.

Stumbling through my childhood, armed with fork & knife;
Suddenly  I was grown, and someone else’s wife.

Giving birth to children, Oh, the labor pains;
Seeing them become adults, the joy is what remains.

Then giving birth to myself, after my divorce;
Labor pains twice as hard to chart a different course.

Mem’ries that I conjure and some that never fade.
Good with bad, they’re all mixed up, and that’s how LIFE is made!

* I wrote an earlier rhyme that I also called Midlife Musings, so now I will number them. This is Midlife Musings II.

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