Seventy-Two Is Not Thirty-Five

Maple tree in spring

Written By

David Budbill

Written on

April 05 , 2013

I spent seven hours yesterday at my daughter’s house
helping her expand their garden by at least ten times.
We dug up sod by the shovelful, shook off the dirt as
best we could; sod into the wheelbarrow and off to the
pile at the edge of the yard. Then all that over and over
again. Five hours total work-time, with time out for lunch
and supper. By the time I got home I knew all too well
that seventy-two is not thirty-five; I could barely move.

I got to quit earlier than Nadine. She told me I’d done
enough and that I should go get a beer and lie down on
the chaise lounge and cheer her on, which is what I did.

All this made me remember my father forty years ago
helping me with my garden. My father’s dead now, and
has been dead for many years, which is how I’ll be one
of these days too. And then Nadine will help her child,
who is not yet here, with her garden. Old Nadine, aching
and sore, will be in my empty shoes, cheering on her own.

So it goes. The wheel turns, generation after generation,
around and around. We ride for a little while, get off and
somebody else gets on. Over and over, again and again.

About the Author

David Budbill

David Budbill

Poet and playwright David Budbill lives in Wolcott. His latest play, A Song for My Father, will receive its third production at The Western Stage in Salinas, CA, this year. Exterminating Angel Press published David’s latest book of poems, Park Songs: a Poem/Play, in September 2012.

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