Survivors
Last night’s rainstorm shrank the house.
We closed down rooms
and now the walls are closing in.
There’s so much we no longer use, nor visit,
so many rooms we no longer enter.
Almost all our friends downsized long ago.
We are the holdouts. We love it here
in this big house with its lawns and trees
and flowerbeds with bees’ balm, butterflies, birds,
and the yard abuzz with sunshine and bees.
But now we are starting to throw things out.
Maybe we’ll move, next summer perhaps,
or maybe not. For now is the time of indecision.
Like friends of the same age,
we travel the lesser road of memory loss,
a name and a face here,
a date or phone number there.
Perhaps, when the time comes,
we will have forgotten how to move.
Meanwhile, the mandatory old man’s question:
‘where did I put my glasses?’
rogermoorepoet 
Great info!
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A sad time, in so many ways. And yet, a very blessed time in other ways! I guess it’s the glass half-empty-half-full syndrome. But at least we’re still here! Thanks for the comment.
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My pleasure..
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These are things I discuss with my mother, too much house!
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Our daughter has been asking questions recently. However, NB was a pretty good place to be during the pandemic, very rural, scattered population, and we have made a good recovery. Houses prices are up and everybody wants to come here to live, especially since so much work can now be done from home.
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