When We Are Old
When I am old I will have a flower shop her grandmother confided.
It was as if it was the plan, something readily decided.
How old is old? The child asked her favorite being.
The grandmother laughed. “You’ll soon be seeing.”
When I am old I will sit across the street and watch, grandpa said.
I will watch those flowers get bought, and her cats getting fed.
I will enjoy my view of your grandmother, my lady, my wife.
The child was thrilled to have both of them in her life.
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