My Name is Rose
By Lee Carlson
I turn 95 next July.
Even so I've a lot
to be thankful for.
'Course it hurts when I crawl
out of bed -
hips, knees, feet
you name it.
Still my grip is strong . . .
I open jars for friends and
manipulate a needle,
for quilting of course.
My heart swells with gratitude.
Oh, by the way, thanks
for calling me Rose.
- Lee Carlson lives in Lawrence.
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