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 Category:  Biographical Poetry
  Posted: December 13, 2020      Views: 64

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 ABOUT
MARY VIGASIN 
Retired property insurance underwriter
Have too many cats. kind and sweet husband
HS in 1964
graduated from college in 1999 with a BS degree. (no it did not take me 30 years to get through college) I went 7 years in night school.

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"When did you get to be so old?" by Mary Vigasin
I remember a little girl singing: "Puff the Magic Dragon."
But in your toddler voice, it came out: "Puff the Magic Wagon."
You're now 60.
When did you get to be so old?
And your brother at age ten was the scientific wizard.
His best friend was Harold, a green lizard.
He is now 48.
When did he get to be so old?
And then there is my young godchild.
She is so sweet, smart, and mild.
But wait, she is now 48.
When did she get to be so old?
Sometimes, I am a little unsteady on my feet,
And I need a little boost to get off my seat.
Now I gaze in the mirror at my reflection.
When did I get to be so old?



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My 99 year old aunt who recently passed was always surprised when she heard of the ages of her nieces and their children and their grandchildren. She saw us as never aging.
She also was my godmother and she would always tell me of the long winded priest at my baptism. I was so heavy, she could not wait until it was over. She always told me this on my birthday as she was each year surprised at the passing years.
Thinking now of my own nieces and nephews, I am also surprised at their ages as I once babysat them.
Remember I am not a poet and this is just some silly thoughts I put together.
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