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Nancy Harris Mclelland

Poetry, Prose, Opinions about Aging from an Ex-cowgirl Octogenarian.

Last Mother’s Day

I say, “You can’t go out in that!


Look at the food stains!”


She says, “Role reversal,” 


puts on the sweater anyway.


We hold hands as we walk


down the poorly lit hallway


toward the exit door.



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