I Believe In A Kind

Here I Am In The Garden Laughing An Old Woman With Heavy Breasts And A Nicely Mapped Face How Did This Happen Well That's Who I Wanted To Be At Last A Woman In The Old Style Sitting Stout Thighs Apart Under A Big Skirt Grandchild Sliding On Off My Lap A Pleasant Summer Perspiration That's My Old Man Across The Yard He's Talking To The Meter Reader He's Telling Him The World's Sad Story How Electricity Is Oil Or Uranium And So Forth I Tell My Grandson Run Over To Your Grandpa Ask Him To Sit Beside Me For A Minute I Am Suddenly Exhausted By My Desire To Kiss His Sweet Explaining Lips.

I'm Seventy-five Now. I Also Have The Peculiar Luck Of Having A Sister And Brother Who Are Fourteen And Sixteen Years Older Than Me. Their Health Is Not Good. It Couldn't Be At That Age. But Their Spirits Are. Both My Brother And My Sister Are An Example To Me.

If You're Old And You're Healthy And You're Active - I Don't Mean You Have To Be Politically Active - If You Remain Interested In Other People And The World, Then You Live As Well As Your Health Will Allow.

Just When I Most Needed Important Conversation, A Sniff Of The Man-wide World, That Is, At Least One Brainy Companion Who Could Translate My Friendly Language Into His Tongue Of Undying Carnal Love, I Was Forced To Lounge In Our Neighborhood Park, Surrounded By Children.

Sometimes Before People Know What They're Saying, They Already Love The Language.