The love of the truly old. |
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GuardianshipPThey are ancient,this couple on the tram His face the peaceful of the truly old, taking whatever comes with grace, fingers flipping The head of his cane reminding him of life Near blind, cheek bandaged, handsome even now A face caught in repose, he approves himself Facing seats, she watches him, eyes kind with love Guarding each day left with all that went before Given years enough, all roles reverse like theirs Fathers now children, guardians the guarded His once-strong hands remember their protection She sees him through and thinks of flowers |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
