HEARD HER COMING DOWN
I heard a clank the other day
Methodically on its way,
Down the stairs behind my desk…
I knew that she was coming.
Her nephew had come by of late
To get the car she’d appreciate,
To drive it which she cannot do…
Because her leg was bumming.
I watched her progress to descend
Encouraging a colleague and friend,
Who still has a long road ahead…
And my heart started drumming.
‘T were not from her exertion
Or emotional coercion,
But from professional fondness…
My caring for her challenge not numbing.
It has no chance to grow
This feeling within my soul,
Suffice to say I feel for her struggle…
And that, in a nutshell, is my summing.