grow older

to watch them

grow older

unsteady on their pins

& I hate to say it

feeble

holding on to chairs

walls

anything for stability

hearing them stumble

for words

memories

where once was precision

forcing us to be clear

there is now haze

fog of remembrance

& to be frustrated

by this

is to forget

they are loved

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