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Poem from Mom: Slot Machine

February 8, 2010

Slot Machine

slot machine life
all those days gone by
stacked like stairsteps
stored on slot machine like film
running through the annals
of a 72 year old mind
like watching a movie
with no beginning
and no ending
starting and stopping at random
unorganized pictures
holding on to each other
to keep the present coagulated
laughing and crying
until the pictures stop
and I drop another coin
into the slot

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Sharon Hawkins permalink
    February 10, 2010 1:35 am

    Love your mom – I can relate – we are the same age. Keep the “pictures” coming!

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