My Wife
My Wife
She elderly now, but wear colourful clothes,
I sat outside the store saw her trying on
outrageous coats that didn’t fit for her age,
she bought one and a red, jaunty beret.
She has a hip problem and limp slightly, but
this little defect is not a hindrance for her.
She is every bit the woman I met forty years
ago, impossible, unreasonable, yet I love her
more now than ever before; time shall not
make her old.
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