I don’t have a “E-mail”
A “Website,” “blog” or “Twitter”
If this is communication
I guess that I’m a quitter!
No computer do I have
I’m probably too old to learn
Seeing I was born in the twenties
My ability is a concern!
Most of my mail is “junk” mail
Wanting a donation for a cause…
Luring me with dimes, pennies or nickels
Is enough to make me pause!
Sometimes these sad letters I get
Really touch my heart
Like a woman 85 years, too weak to fix her meals
So bless the group that delivers-“Meals on Wheels”!
A three cent stamp used to mail my bills
Now it’s forty-six cents today!
I choose to pay that- and not buy a computer
To meet the challenges that come my way!
I’m glad I don’t have to drive too far
As gas has gone out of sight
I feel sorry for the working class
From their paycheck that’s quite a bite!
Well, here I am at eighty-eight
How blessed can you get?
I do my chores and fix my meals
Slower- but going strong- as it’s not over yet!!
Mildred Cushman is my stepmother, who lives in Houston. As long as I have known her, she has written poetry... it is her way of "putting it out there." In a way, she is a "voice of one crying in the Wilderdness." Like John the Baptist, she tells it like it is. My wife posted this when it arrived, on our refridgerator... I thought maybe we all could stand to hear from her generation...
And now I can tell her even she is on the INTERNET!