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For poet Diane Funston, aging means she can’t always catch loved ones from falling the way she used to, but maybe that’s ok.

In her newest poem, Knee Brace veteran Diane Funston writes about arthritis, family, and the darkest time of year.

“Grandma held us together/Small and wiry/a Granny Clampett/fortunately/without a rifle.”