by Diane Webster

I am a 69-year-old woman
who sleeps on Garfield sheets.
I am a 69-year-old woman
who hangs a poster of a crabby
cat that states, “I AM smiling!”
I am a 69-year-old woman
who has a samurai sword
mounted above her bed
and who no longer has to sleep
with a kitchen knife
resting on her night stand.
I am a 69-year-old woman
who collects unwanted keys
hoping eventually
one will unlock a padlock
either hanging with decades
of rust or an imagined keyhole
yawning for fulfillment
in my mind where searching
for personal answers reside.
I am a 69-year-old woman
who absorbs her walk
with sparrows, roses, cats,
spiderwebs and leaves
like Vitamin D to her soul.