Old Woman (Written January 29)

Old Woman


But she nodded her head anyway

And held out her frail hand

For me to shake.


She did not recognize me,

My voice, or my face,

Or my name.


I’d driven through the night,

When I heard the news,

To be by her side.


There were decisions

To be made, titles

To be assigned.


The way she looked at me,

She seemed resigned

To her fate.


There was something gentle

In her eyes, no hate,

Or even regret.


It was not she, but I

Who was in her debt,

For what she had given me.

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