My Wife

My Wife She elderly now, but wear colourful clothes, I sat outside the store saw her trying on outrageous coats that didn’t fit for her age, she bought one and a red, jaunty beret. She has a hip problem and limp slightly, but this little defect is not a hindrance for her. She is every bit the woman I met forty years ago, impossible, unreasonable, yet I love her more now than ever before; time shall not make her old.