Very Senior Love
Very Senior Love
You had just finished telling me
You had stopped dying your hair,
At 90, you said no one would care
When
He came into the restaurant
Where we were eating together.
It was a “Mom and Pop’s” Italian,
“Sit down with us,” you beckoned,
And Santa Claus with his twinkling eyes,
And a smile as big as a sunrise,
Ordered Egg Parmesan,
The love in your eyes marched on.
No more did we have a conversation,
Sparks were flying as love ignited.
I saw your hands holding beneath the table.
Ninety to a day,
So warm hearted was I, but
Jealous from that day forward of
Senior Love.
I would stop dying my hair.
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