My Mom and Jack 1996 – From Part I

Shuffling more slowly

each day, matching

the pace of my Mom and Jack

as they age, My fears

rise and fall as their voices

do, struggling to hear each other,

to see each other, even

to walk on

the broken sidewalk,

up cracked curbs,

through the sand

on the beach, past

the rocks … How rocky

old age can be.

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