Notes From A Picture Taker

I’m not so young, I’m not so old
I am at the age where the laundry I don’t fold.
I don’t own an iron…I am proud to say
Even if I did, I wouldn’t use it anyway.
I used to clean from the moment I woke
Now I drink coffee and have me a smoke.
After a few hours, when my bones decide to perform
I take hundreds of pictures of the flowers, wondering
when is somebody going to mow the lawn?

Jeanne Marie, 2016