An Abecedarian Poem

And I am sitting here

beside myself, wondering, how did we

come to this tired impasse again?

Decide now.

Excuses are


Get up, my sweet


I love you

(just so you

know) but

love at 41 is different than love at 21,

my dear. I have

no energy to gaze adoringly, to

organize meals. I’m barely

prepared to drive everyone to

quality time apart from me.

Rest is what I crave.


Trust me,

U are still my first text message every day. Your

voice still makes me smile

when you hug me in the kitchen

xpecting more than I can give.

Yes, kiss me quickly, before I



  1. I had to look up abecedarian, and then I saw it! Too, too clever. I’m going to have to try this.

    I think it’s pretty funny that I read this at 8:30 after being up for 5 hours. zzzzzzzzz

  2. I am sitting here

    beside myself,

    love this part

  3. Sounds do familiar… Can’t say it gets any different at age 51…:)

  4. me too — ‘abecedarian’ what? Now I get it and yes, very very clever!

  5. Love what you did with the N. 🙂 It matches the Z so well.

  6. Oh. I’m so glad it’s not just me.

  7. Thank you, friend, for this much-needed burst of creativity shared!