It Takes a Village

Most people are familiar with the African proverb, “It takes a village to raise a child.”


I agree, but I think it’s time to modify it. I propose, “It takes a village to grow old.”

I need a village.
To show me where my glasses are.
To remind me why I came in this room.
To tell me the name of that guy in that movie you know, the one with that girl.

I need a village.
To help me find my keys.
To make me make that appointment.
To remind me about that appointment I finally  made.

I need a village.
To eat the leftovers because even though it’s been YEARS I still can’t cook for just two.
To watch Supernatural with me so I have people to talk about Sam and Dean with– who are in sync with me being nine seasons behind.
To help me shape my eyebrows since I can’t see well enough to identify the strays with my glasses off and can’t get to them with my glasses on.
To talk to me when I’m talking to myself, so it’s not like I’m talking to myself.


What was I saying?
Oh, yeah.
I need a village.



About Mary Fran Says

I am an artist, crafter, designer and writer. I enjoy working with mixed media-- applying visual and tactile manipulations to telling a story. Not a lot of market for that, though, :), so I'm focusing on short story submissions and novel completions. Yes, plural. Lots of beginnings, too many ideas, not enough focus.
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2 Responses to It Takes a Village

  1. I’m now hooked on Supernatural and am about nine seasons behind, too. Add me to your village!

  2. Kathleen Miller says:

    Wait until you’re in your ’70’s. I need a city!!

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