She's getting older.

I always knew she was old.
The dry lips
Can't just be a family trait
The wrinkles
Can't all just be smile-lines.
The fact that she was my father;s mother insinuated the fact.

But I didn't realize she was old.
She's never been old in
The feeble way
Hunched over while walking
Not noticing everything around her.
But now she hunches
And she doesn't notice
And her voice doesn't take
That cutesy tone when talking to me.
She doesn't use her silly sayings
And doesn't scout the store
For shirts I might like.

She's old.
And when you get old,
You leave.
Forever.
But she can't leave.
I love her
And I need her to be around.
I need both of them to be around.
Forever.