The love of the truly old.


Guardianship

PThey 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

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
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