by DeAnna Quietwater Noriega
The heart of the matter, my lass,
Is you are growing old.
The ballet dancer on second base
has danced her last game.
Her Lady Godiva chestnut hair
has silvered and grown thin.
She can still bend down to hug a child…
getting up, though, is hard.
She has sold her tandem bicycle,
journeys only in books.
Her heart is that of a joyful child;
her bones know better!