Reciprocal Grays

mother turns her head to see her son’s hair in the light shining above the breakfast table all laid out & spots a gray--- the dark brown hair once flailing behind the drumset in the garage during the teenage years, has begun to go away & it makes her feel older than she is herself, having earned her grays raising him, having watched her own youth fade away & now seeing her son’s disappear with the years, the overwhelming rapidity (and ultimate demise) of a human life swells within her.