I got off the train and saw you...
Your hair so much thinner and tousled.
And the corners of your eyes and mouth droop now.
You look different...
Careworn and sad.
The other night as you brought my dinner into the living room, so caringly
I could see the plate shake in your hand...
Just a little bit.
And I spied your head nodding as you leaned over to look at the TV.
You walk slower now and that's okay.
But it makes me sad to see you age...
Really sad.
But I will forever love your thin tousled hair...
Those careworn eyes, mouth, shaky hands and slower walk.
Forever,
Shari
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What a lovely tribute to mom. Read mine - Many a Mother - Adeline