I won't give up
or lag behind
until in my arms
I hold her.
And I cannot
rest in peace at
night until just once
I have known her.
I'm getting older
and more rueful
fast by minutes
all the time.
And I observe people
young walking
freshly painted
tall sublime.
I don't care
who's following
me. I don't care
if I am led.
She just seemed
complete upon her seat
with the first speckles
of grey on her head.