I WISH YOU WERE OLD AND WEATHERED

I wish that
you were old
and weathered




that wrinkles
irrigated
your face


that your hair
was a halo of white
that your bones ached


that you complained
with coughs and curses
about your great old age





rather than
Death held you
young & forever



locked
in the center
of his ageless eye



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This is my sister Junie...the most gentle of souls...she'd stroll into your mind as if she was lifting a latch and walking right in. A fairytale in herself.