For my birthday, I share some thoughts about getting older, being less cool, and thankfully staying warm. (Perhaps you can tell this was written on a cold Chicago evening.)
when your children squirm
feeling, as teens do, too old,
make your hug more firm–
Venture into the bluster of night
overdressed for the cold
and you’ll be just right.
Above all, don’t rush.
Let the ones in thin coats push.
You are warm and looking back
at the way limbs bend black on black,
sky ignited by distant coals
hinting at paths beyond set goals.
with a smile behind your fuzzy scarf
for the caramel dog with questioning bark.
Show love, old self
as we embark.