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.