A WELL TRAVELED HEART

SEVENTY-SEVEN

Written by

Cynthia M. Sheward

in



Seventy-seven Sunset Strip
Snap Snap

Seventy-seven is as new to me
as my first pregnancy.
Morning electrolytes prevent wobbling . 
A plethora of drugs and minerals
protect me from moods and migraines.
Arthritis resculpts my hands. 
My neck hates holding up my head.
Time takes its toll
but gives its gifts.
Limitations are not prognoses.
Deafness silences my world but
I can still hear the birds sing.
I'm grateful for the quiet.
Subtitles are simpler and silent.
I remember the oddest things

Seventy-seven Sunset Strip
Snap Snap*




* Theme song from 1958 tv show.

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5 responses to “SEVENTY-SEVEN”

  1. Jill Miller Avatar
    Jill Miller

    Surviving breast cancer is my biggest health blessing. My other infirmities are just noise.

    77 Sunset Strip was one of my favorites.

    I love hearing from you!

    Jill

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  2. Cynthia M. Sheward Avatar
    Cynthia M. Sheward

    I didn’t know about the breast cancer. Glad you beat it. My mom did too.

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  3. Suze Chaconas Avatar
    Suze Chaconas

    Love your poem Cindy. I sure can relate to it. We’ll have to get together soon.

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  4. Cynthia M. Sheward Avatar
    Cynthia M. Sheward

    Thank you, Suze. I would love to get together. I am headed to NJ next week. I will call you when I get back.

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  5. Becky Ross Michael Avatar
    Becky Ross Michael

    This speaks to me in so many ways (and my father and I used to watch 77 Sunset Strip together on Friday nights:)

    I love it that you liked my poem and that you and your dad watched the show. Thank you.

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